Come live with me and be my love, And we will all the pleasures prove, That valleys, groves, hills, and fields, Woods, or steepy mountain yields.

The truth is that there is only one terminal dignity - love. And the story of a love is not important - what is important is that one is capable of love. It is perhaps the only glimpse we are permitted of eternity.

We are all born for love. It is the principle of existence, and its only end.

Love is the poetry of the senses.

There is always something left to love. And if you ain't learned that, you ain't learned nothing.