If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am only a resounding read more

If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. {2} If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. {3} If I give all I possess to the poor and surrender my body to the flames, but have not love, I gain nothing. {4} Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. {5} It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. {6} Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. {7} It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. {8} Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away. {9} For we know in part and we prophesy in part, {10} but when perfection comes, the imperfect disappears. {11} When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put childish ways behind me. {12} Now we see but a poor reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known. {13} And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.

The essence of romantic love is that wonderful beginning, after which sadness and impossibility may become the rule.

The essence of romantic love is that wonderful beginning, after which sadness and impossibility may become the rule.

NEIGHBOR, n. One whom we are commanded to love as ourselves, and who does all he knows how to make read more

NEIGHBOR, n. One whom we are commanded to love as ourselves, and who does all he knows how to make us disobedient.

A compliment is like a kiss through a veil.

A compliment is like a kiss through a veil.

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.

Beauty itself is but the sensible image of the infinite.

Beauty itself is but the sensible image of the infinite.

Even with all my wrinkles! I am beautiful!.

Even with all my wrinkles! I am beautiful!.

It is easier to be a lover than a husband for the simple reason that it is more difficult to read more

It is easier to be a lover than a husband for the simple reason that it is more difficult to be witty every day than to say pretty things from time to time.

The art of love ... is largely the art of persistence.

The art of love ... is largely the art of persistence.