Wisdom, if it were young, would cherish love, nursing it with devotion, deepening it with sacrifice, vitalizing it with parentage, making all things subordinate to it till the end. Even though it consumes us in its service and overwhelms us with tragedy, even though it breaks us down with separations, let it be first. How can it matter what price we pay for love?
That is why we, as older persons, cherish our love to greatly and find love to grow and tenderness deepen as we age - knowing more than ever how precious our mate.
