Love is most nearly itself when here and now cease to matter.

Love is most nearly itself when here and now cease to matter.

Kiss till the cows come home.

Kiss till the cows come home.

Accuracy is the twin brother of honesty; inaccuracy, of dishonesty.

Accuracy is the twin brother of honesty; inaccuracy, of dishonesty.

We perceive when love begins and when it declines by our embarrassment when alone together.

We perceive when love begins and when it declines by our embarrassment when alone together.

There is no end. There is no beginning. There is only the infinite passion of life.

There is no end. There is no beginning. There is only the infinite passion of life.

Tell me who first did kisses suggest?
It was a mouth all glowing and blest;
It kissed read more

Tell me who first did kisses suggest?
It was a mouth all glowing and blest;
It kissed and it thought of nothing beside.
The fair month of May was then in its pride,
The flowers were all from the earth fast springing,
The sun was laughing, the birds were singing.

Strange that the vanity which accompanies beauty --excusable, perhaps, when there is such great beauty, or at any rate understandable read more

Strange that the vanity which accompanies beauty --excusable, perhaps, when there is such great beauty, or at any rate understandable --should persist after the beauty was gone.

True, we love life, not because we are used to living, but because we are used to loving. There is read more

True, we love life, not because we are used to living, but because we are used to loving. There is always some madness in love, but there is also always some reason in madness.

We cease loving ourselves if no one loves us.

We cease loving ourselves if no one loves us.