Love one another, but make not a bond of love: Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.

Love is blind friendship closes its eyes.

Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish it's source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.

I do all the evil I can before I learn to shun it? Is it not enough to know the evil to shun it? If not, we should be sincere enough to admit that we love evil too well to give it up.

Love is too young to know what conscience is.