Love, in one form or another, is life's ruling element. It is the primary source of hope that springs anything real to a man.
It may be the love of power or dominion, which, though utterly selfish in its aims and methods, has been most overruled marvelously for good in world history.
It may be the love of knowledge, in the pursuit of which, lives have been lost and fortunes have been spent, but grand secrets have been discovered, secrets that have contributed much for the advancement of humanity.
But the love that is grander than any other, before other elements of civilization pale and dwarf in comparison and in utter significance, which is powerful today as in the morning of time, which will continue to rule until the end of everything, is the indefinable, indescribable, ever fresh and beautiful love of a child and a mother. It is the love that has the power to tame a savage heart, that that teaches him to be a refined and courteous gentleman, that transforms a bashful girl to a woman of matchless power of innate goodness.
Love is the great instrument of nature, the bond and cement of any society, and the spirit and the spring of the universe. It is an affection that cannot be defined properly by wit but by the soul. It is the whole human nature that is wrapped in one desire.
Love is the sun of life, most beautiful in the morning and in the evening but warmest at noon. It purifies the heart. It strengthens and ennobles character, gives higher motives and nobler aims to every action of life. It is courageous to devote truly. It is the noblest gift that a human can be endowed.
