As for me, to love you alone, to make you happy, to do nothing which would contradict your wishes, this read more

As for me, to love you alone, to make you happy, to do nothing which would contradict your wishes, this is my destiny and the meaning of my life.

Love is suffering. One side always loves more.

Love is suffering. One side always loves more.

Love is a disease, if you catch it then there is no cure for it, just like cancer.

Love is a disease, if you catch it then there is no cure for it, just like cancer.

If you would be loved, love, and be loveable.

If you would be loved, love, and be loveable.

Love is much nicer to be in than an automobile accident, a tight girdle, a higher tax bracket or a read more

Love is much nicer to be in than an automobile accident, a tight girdle, a higher tax bracket or a holding pattern over Philadelphia.

Sympathy constitutes friendship; but in love there is a sort of antipathy, or opposing passion. Each strives to be the read more

Sympathy constitutes friendship; but in love there is a sort of antipathy, or opposing passion. Each strives to be the other, and both together make up one whole.

Once my heart was captured, reason was shown the door, deliberately and with a sort of frantic joy. I accepted read more

Once my heart was captured, reason was shown the door, deliberately and with a sort of frantic joy. I accepted everything, I believed everything, without struggle, without suffering, without regret, without false shame. How can one blush for what one adores?

And ye have forgotten the exhortation which speaketh unto you as
unto children, My son, despise not thou the read more

And ye have forgotten the exhortation which speaketh unto you as
unto children, My son, despise not thou the chastening of the
Lord, nor faint when thou art rebuked of him:
For whom the Lord loveth he chasteneth, and scourgeth every son
whom he receiveth.

How many time do I love, again?
Tell me how many beads there are
In a silver read more

How many time do I love, again?
Tell me how many beads there are
In a silver chain
Of evening rain
Unravelled from the trembling main
And threading the eye of a yellow star:--
So many time do I love again.