For 'tis impossible
Hate to return with love.
[It., Che amar chi t'odia, ell'e impossibil cosa.]

For 'tis impossible
Hate to return with love.
[It., Che amar chi t'odia, ell'e impossibil cosa.]

Somewhere there waiteth in this world of ours
For one lone soul another lonely soul,
Each choosing read more

Somewhere there waiteth in this world of ours
For one lone soul another lonely soul,
Each choosing each through all the weary hours,
And meeting strangely at one sudden goal,
Then blend they, like green leaves with golden flowers,
Into one beautiful and perfect whole;
And life's long night is ended, and the way
Lies open onward to eternal day.

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.

If love is shelter, I'm going to walk in the rain.

If love is shelter, I'm going to walk in the rain.

Love truth, but pardon error.

Love truth, but pardon error.

I love a hand that meets my own with a grasp that causes some sensation.

I love a hand that meets my own with a grasp that causes some sensation.

And in the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make.

And in the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make.

If you judge people you have no time to love them.

If you judge people you have no time to love them.

There is no love of life without despair of life.

There is no love of life without despair of life.