Love is your master, for he masters you: And he that is so yoked by a fool, Methinks, should not be chronicled for wise.
[Y]our destiny is a secret between yourself and God, just as love is a secret between two hearts.
It is better to have loved and lost than just to have lost.
"I'd love to go out with you, but I'm converting my calendar watch from Julian to Gregorian."
It is better to have loved and lost than just to have lost.
Love is the triumph of imagination over intelligence.
If I love you, what business is it of yours?
Neither a lofty degree of intelligence nor imagination nor both together go to the making of genius. Love, love, love, that is the soul of genius.
Love your enemies. It will make them crazy.
If I love you, what business is it of yours?
Love is the triumph of imagination over intelligence.
Love does not consist in gazing at each other, but in looking outward together in the same direction.
Neither genius, fame, nor love show the greatness of the soul. Only kindness can do that.
Love is the triumph of imagination over intelligence.
There never was child so lovely but his mother was glad to get him asleep.
Doust thou love life? Then do not squander time, for that is the stuff life is made of.
Love does not consist in gazing at each other, but in looking outward together in the same direction.
Love me or hate me, but spare me your indifference.
God respects us when we work and loves us when we sing.
If I love you, what business is it of yours?
Love: a temporary insanity, curable by marriage.
Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that.
Doust thou love life? Then do not squander time, for that is the stuff life is made of.
Love: a temporary insanity, curable by marriage.
Night fell again. There was war to the south, but our sector was quiet. The battle was over. Our casualties were some thirteen thousand killed--thirteen thousand minds, memories, loves, sensations, worlds, universes--because the human mind is more a universe than the universe itself--and all for a few hundred yards of useless mud.