It seems to me that the coming of love is like the coming of spring--the
date is not to be reckoned by the calendar. It may be slow and gradual;
it may be quick and sudden. But in the morning, when we wake and
recognize a change in the world without, verdure on the trees, blossoms
on the sward, warmth in the sunshine, music in the air, we say spring
has come.--_Bulwer-Lytton._