Mysterious love, uncertain treasure,
Hast thou more of pain or pleasure!
. . . .
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Mysterious love, uncertain treasure,
Hast thou more of pain or pleasure!
. . . .
Endless torments dwell above thee:
Yet who would live, and live without thee!

Where love rules, there is no will to power; and where power predominates, there love is lacking. The one is read more

Where love rules, there is no will to power; and where power predominates, there love is lacking. The one is the shadow of the other.

Love spends his all, and still hath store.

Love spends his all, and still hath store.

It is not a lack of love, but a lack of friendship that makes unhappy marriages.

It is not a lack of love, but a lack of friendship that makes unhappy marriages.

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

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

Among those whom I like or admire, I can find no common denominator, but among those whom I love, I read more

Among those whom I like or admire, I can find no common denominator, but among those whom I love, I can: all of them make me laugh.

I like not only to be loved, but also to be told I am loved.

I like not only to be loved, but also to be told I am loved.

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.

Ah, love, let us be true
To one another! for the world, which seems
To lie before read more

Ah, love, let us be true
To one another! for the world, which seems
To lie before us like a land of dreams,
So various, so beautiful, so new,
Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,
Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain.