Nunc scio quit sit amor."
Lat., "Now I know what love is.

Nunc scio quit sit amor."
Lat., "Now I know what love is.

Compassion has no place in the natural order of the world which operates on the basis of necessity. Compassion opposes read more

Compassion has no place in the natural order of the world which operates on the basis of necessity. Compassion opposes this order and is therefore best thought of as being in some way supernatural.

Secret admirers make us believe things about ourselves that we always hoped were true.

Secret admirers make us believe things about ourselves that we always hoped were true.

We can do not great things - only small things with great love.

We can do not great things - only small things with great love.

Have you had a kindness shown? Pass it on; 'twas not given for thee alone, Pass it on; Let it read more

Have you had a kindness shown? Pass it on; 'twas not given for thee alone, Pass it on; Let it travel down the years, Let it wipe another's tears, Till in Heaven the deed appears, Pass it on.

It is wrong to think that love comes from long companionship and persevering courtship. Love is the offspring of spiritual read more

It is wrong to think that love comes from long companionship and persevering courtship. Love is the offspring of spiritual affinity and unless that affinity is created in a moment, it will not be created for years or even generations.

Soul meets soul on lovers lips.

Soul meets soul on lovers lips.

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.

It's not till sex has died out between a man and a woman that they can really love. And now read more

It's not till sex has died out between a man and a woman that they can really love. And now I mean affection. Now I mean to be fond of (as one is fond of oneself) --to hope, to be disappointed, to live inside the other heart. When I look back on the pain of sex, the love like a wild fox so ready to bite, the antagonism that sits like a twin beside love, and contrast it with affection, so deeply unrepeatable, of two people who have lived a life together (and of whom one must die) it's the affection I find richer. It's that I would have again. Not all those doubtful rainbow colors.