Love withers with predictability; its very essence is surprise and amazement. To make love a prisoner of the mundane is to take its passion and lose it forever.

Love is not some complex, mystical abstraction. It is something accessible and human that we learn through our everyday experience, as often at times of failur…

Man has no choice but to love. For when he does not, he find his alternative lie in loneliness, destruction and despair.

Love is always open arms. If you close your arms about love you will find that you are left holding only yourself.

You seek life, and a godly fire Gushes and gleams for you out of the earth, As, with shuddering long, you Hurl yourself down to the flames of the Etna. So by a…

Je l'ai trop aime pour ne le point hair!

Life is a stream On which we strew Petal by petal the flower of our heart.