The art of love ... is largely the art of persistence.

The art of love ... is largely the art of persistence.

I have found the paradox that if I love until it hurts, then there is no hurt, but only more read more

I have found the paradox that if I love until it hurts, then there is no hurt, but only more love.

Error always addresses the passions and prejudices; truth scorns such mean intrigue, and only addresses the understanding and the conscience.

Error always addresses the passions and prejudices; truth scorns such mean intrigue, and only addresses the understanding and the conscience.

Of all the tyrants the world affords,
Our own affections are the fiercest lords.

Of all the tyrants the world affords,
Our own affections are the fiercest lords.

The body of a sensualist is the coffin of a dead soul.

The body of a sensualist is the coffin of a dead soul.

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.

Love is a snowmobile racing across the tundra and then suddenly it flips over, pinning you underneath. At night, the read more

Love is a snowmobile racing across the tundra and then suddenly it flips over, pinning you underneath. At night, the ice weasels come.

There is no disguise which can hide love for long where it exists, or simulate it where it does not.

There is no disguise which can hide love for long where it exists, or simulate it where it does not.

NEIGHBOR, n. One whom we are commanded to love as ourselves, and who does all he knows how to make read more

NEIGHBOR, n. One whom we are commanded to love as ourselves, and who does all he knows how to make us disobedient.