Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation. When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight. The obvious is that which is never seen until someone expresses it simply. It is wrong to think that love comes from long companionship and persevering courtship. Love is the offspring of spiritual affinity and unless that affinity is created in a moment, it will not be created for years or even generations. Your living is determined not so much by what life brings to you as by the attitude you bring to life; not so much by what happens to you as by the way your mind looks at what happens.