Trust the human heart: it is blind and blundering, but I fancy it is the best thing in stock. It flies straighter than our logic: to the last it is a reality. We cannot guide it: trust it. ... Let a woman leave her father and mother ... and take her chance like the rest of us. ... I feel if you keep love in you somehow, it will keep a kind of furnished apartments for you in the blackest lonely existence.

- Basil Howe, in Basil Howe, by G. K. Chesterton