If someone thinks that love and peace is a cliche that must have been left behind in the Sixties, that’s read more

If someone thinks that love and peace is a cliche that must have been left behind in the Sixties, that’s his problem. Love and peace are eternal.

The most important things to do in the world are to get something to eat, something to drink and somebody read more

The most important things to do in the world are to get something to eat, something to drink and somebody to love you.

And ye have forgotten the exhortation which speaketh unto you as
unto children, My son, despise not thou the read more

And ye have forgotten the exhortation which speaketh unto you as
unto children, My son, despise not thou the chastening of the
Lord, nor faint when thou art rebuked of him:
For whom the Lord loveth he chasteneth, and scourgeth every son
whom he receiveth.

When you make a world tolerable for yourself, you make a world tolerable for others.

When you make a world tolerable for yourself, you make a world tolerable for others.

A man falls in love through his eyes, a woman through her ears.

A man falls in love through his eyes, a woman through her ears.

Love built on beauty, soon as beauty, dies.

Love built on beauty, soon as beauty, dies.

Greensleeves was all my joy,
Greensleeves was my delight,
Greensleeves was my heart of gold,
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Greensleeves was all my joy,
Greensleeves was my delight,
Greensleeves was my heart of gold,
And who but Lady Greensleeves?

There is room in the smallest cottage for a happy loving pair.

There is room in the smallest cottage for a happy loving pair.

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.