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.

Write them, above all, in your heart; there they can be neither burned nor destroyed, and you will take them read more

Write them, above all, in your heart; there they can be neither burned nor destroyed, and you will take them wherever you go.

Who would give a law to lovers? Love is unto itself a higher law.

Who would give a law to lovers? Love is unto itself a higher law.

Love is the outreach of self toward completion.

Love is the outreach of self toward completion.

There is no love of life without despair of life.

There is no love of life without despair of life.

Love is not blind - it sees more, not less. But because it sees more, it is willing to see read more

Love is not blind - it sees more, not less. But because it sees more, it is willing to see less.

Love is a sickness full of woes, All remedies refusing; A plant that with most cutting grows, read more

Love is a sickness full of woes, All remedies refusing; A plant that with most cutting grows, Most barren with best using.

Love is like a violin. The music may stop now and then, but the strings remain forever.

Love is like a violin. The music may stop now and then, but the strings remain forever.

Love is a daily, mutual exchange of value.

Love is a daily, mutual exchange of value.