Nunc scio quit sit amor."
Lat., "Now I know what love is.

Nunc scio quit sit amor."
Lat., "Now I know what love is.

The fate of love is that it always seems too little or too much.

The fate of love is that it always seems too little or too much.

It's not till sex has died out between a man and a woman that they can really love. And now read more

It's not till sex has died out between a man and a woman that they can really love. And now I mean affection. Now I mean to be fond of (as one is fond of oneself) --to hope, to be disappointed, to live inside the other heart. When I look back on the pain of sex, the love like a wild fox so ready to bite, the antagonism that sits like a twin beside love, and contrast it with affection, so deeply unrepeatable, of two people who have lived a life together (and of whom one must die) it's the affection I find richer. It's that I would have again. Not all those doubtful rainbow colors.

I like villains because there's something so attractive about a committed person -- they have a plan, an ideology, no read more

I like villains because there's something so attractive about a committed person -- they have a plan, an ideology, no matter how twisted. They're motivated.

There can be no happiness equal to the joy of finding a heart that understands.

There can be no happiness equal to the joy of finding a heart that understands.

There would be no passion in this world if we never had to fight for what we love.

There would be no passion in this world if we never had to fight for what we love.

Compassion has no place in the natural order of the world which operates on the basis of necessity. Compassion opposes read more

Compassion has no place in the natural order of the world which operates on the basis of necessity. Compassion opposes this order and is therefore best thought of as being in some way supernatural.

Compassion is the antitoxin of the soul: where there is compassion even the most poisonous impulses remain relatively harmless.

Compassion is the antitoxin of the soul: where there is compassion even the most poisonous impulses remain relatively harmless.

The flower of kindness will grow. Maybe not now, but it will some day. And in kind that kindness will read more

The flower of kindness will grow. Maybe not now, but it will some day. And in kind that kindness will flow, For kindness grows in this way.