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Life is the flower for which love is the honey.
Life is the flower for which love is the honey.
The essence of romantic love is that wonderful beginning, after which sadness and impossibility may become the rule.
The essence of romantic love is that wonderful beginning, after which sadness and impossibility may become the rule.
Looking back, I have this to regret, that too often when I loved, I did not say so.
Looking back, I have this to regret, that too often when I loved, I did not say so.
The moment you have in your heart this extraordinary thing called love and feel the depth, the delight, the ecstasy read more
The moment you have in your heart this extraordinary thing called love and feel the depth, the delight, the ecstasy of it, you will discover that for you the world is transformed.
I don't understand you. You don't understand me. What else do we have in common?
I don't understand you. You don't understand me. What else do we have in common?
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.
Anyway, no drug, not even alcohol, causes the fundamental ills of society. If we're looking for the source of our read more
Anyway, no drug, not even alcohol, causes the fundamental ills of society. If we're looking for the source of our troubles, we shouldn't test people for drugs, we should test them for stupidity, ignorance, greed and love of power.
As clouds are blown away by the wind, the thirst for material pleasures will be driven away by the utterance read more
As clouds are blown away by the wind, the thirst for material pleasures will be driven away by the utterance of the Lord's name.
For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, read more
For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.
