Love: the delusion that one woman differs from another.

Love: the delusion that one woman differs from another.

The heart has its reasons which the mind cannot comprehend.

The heart has its reasons which the mind cannot comprehend.

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.

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.

Ah, love, let us be true
To one another! for the world, which seems
To lie before read more

Ah, love, let us be true
To one another! for the world, which seems
To lie before us like a land of dreams,
So various, so beautiful, so new,
Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,
Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain.

The only thing we never get enough of is love; and the only thing we never give enough of is read more

The only thing we never get enough of is love; and the only thing we never give enough of is love.

People who are sensible about love are incapable of it.

People who are sensible about love are incapable of it.

Love is a fan club with only two fans.

Love is a fan club with only two fans.

The porcupine, whom one must handle gloved, May be respected, but is never loved.

The porcupine, whom one must handle gloved, May be respected, but is never loved.