There are no guarantees. From the viewpoint of fear, none are strong enough. From the viewpoint of love, none are read more

There are no guarantees. From the viewpoint of fear, none are strong enough. From the viewpoint of love, none are necessary.

Love is the joy of the good, the wonder of the wise, the amazement of the Gods.

Love is the joy of the good, the wonder of the wise, the amazement of the Gods.

She had been forced into prudence in her youth, she learned
romance as she grew older - the natural read more

She had been forced into prudence in her youth, she learned
romance as she grew older - the natural sequence of an unnatural
beginning.

Love, with very young people, is a heartless business. We drink at that age from thirst, or to get drunk; read more

Love, with very young people, is a heartless business. We drink at that age from thirst, or to get drunk; it is only later in life that we occupy ourselves with the individuality of our wine.

But to see her was to love her, Love but her, and love forever.

But to see her was to love her, Love but her, and love forever.

Love has features which pierce all hearts, he wears a bandage which conceals the faults of those beloved. He has read more

Love has features which pierce all hearts, he wears a bandage which conceals the faults of those beloved. He has wings, he comes quickly and flies away the same.

Love does not consist in gazing at each other but in looking outward together in the same direction.

Love does not consist in gazing at each other but in looking outward together in the same direction.

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height read more

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal Grace. I love thee to the level of everyday's Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. I love thee freely, as men strive for Right; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints, -I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life! - and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.

A man must love a thing very much if he not only practices it without any hope of fame and read more

A man must love a thing very much if he not only practices it without any hope of fame and money, but even... without any hope of doing it well.