You never know yourself till you know more than your body. >>
Happiness was not made to be boasted, but enjoyed. Therefore tho other >>
Love is the true means by which the world is enjoyed: our love to othe >>
We love in another's soul whatever of ourselves we can deposit in it; >>
Love talked about is easily turned aside, but love demonstrated is irr >>
Love may be blind, but it can sure find its way around in the dark! >>
To love one person with a private love is poor and miserable: to love all is glorious.