You will find as you look back upon your life that the moments when you have truly lived are the read more

You will find as you look back upon your life that the moments when you have truly lived are the moments when you have done things in the spirit of love.

The cure for all ills and wrongs, the cares, the sorrows and the crimes of humanity, all lie in the read more

The cure for all ills and wrongs, the cares, the sorrows and the crimes of humanity, all lie in the one word 'love.' It is the divine vitality that everywhere produces and restores life.

A relationship is like a rose,
How long it lasts, no one knows;
Love can erase an awful past,
Love read more

A relationship is like a rose,
How long it lasts, no one knows;
Love can erase an awful past,
Love can be yours, you'll see at last;
To feel that love, it makes you sigh,
To have it leave, you'd rather die;
You hope you've found that special rose,
'Cause you love and care for the one you chose.

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.

Passion costs me too much to bestow it on every trifle.

Passion costs me too much to bestow it on every trifle.

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.

Where there is great love, there are always wishes.

Where there is great love, there are always wishes.

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.

The force of truth that a statement imparts, then, its prominence among the hordes of recorded observations that I may read more

The force of truth that a statement imparts, then, its prominence among the hordes of recorded observations that I may optionally apply to my own life, depends, in addition to the sense that it is argumentatively defensible, on the sense that someone like me, and someone I like, whose voice is audible and who is at least notionally in the same room with me, does or can possibly hold it to be compellingly true.