Love: the delusion that one woman differs from another.

Love: the delusion that one woman differs from another.

If you press me to say why I loved him, I can say no more than because he was he, read more

If you press me to say why I loved him, I can say no more than because he was he, and I was I.

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.

Oh, tell me whence Love cometh!
Love comes uncall'd, unsent.
Oh, tell me where Love goeth!
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Oh, tell me whence Love cometh!
Love comes uncall'd, unsent.
Oh, tell me where Love goeth!
That was not Love that went.

We don't love qualities, we love persons; sometimes by reason of their defects as well as of their qualities.

We don't love qualities, we love persons; sometimes by reason of their defects as well as of their qualities.

Love is the only game that is not called on account of darkness.

Love is the only game that is not called on account of darkness.

When I despair, I remember that all through history the way of truth and love has always won. There have read more

When I despair, I remember that all through history the way of truth and love has always won. There have been tyrants and murderers and for a time they seem invincible but in the end, they always fall.rn

Love is a canvas furnished by nature and embroidered by imagination.

Love is a canvas furnished by nature and embroidered by imagination.

When you're taught to love everyone, to love your enemies, then what value does that place on love?

When you're taught to love everyone, to love your enemies, then what value does that place on love?