I throw myself down in my chamber, and I call in, and invite God, and >>
Love, all alike, no season knows, nor clime, nor hours, days, months, >>
When I died last, and, Dear, I die as often as from thee I go though i >>
Whether life is worth living depends on whether there is love in life. >>
Love is the cheapest of religions. >>
Love is life. And if you miss love, you miss life. >>
Love was as subtly caught, as a disease; But being got it is a treasure sweet, which to defend is harder than to get: And ought not be profaned on either part, for though 'Tis got by chance, 'Tis kept by art.