My first thoughts are that I should not let people down, that I should support them and love them.

You say that love is nonsense….I tell you it is no such thing. For weeks and months it is a steady physical pain, an ache about the heart, never leaving one, by night or by...

I loved you when love was Spring, and May, Loved you when summer deepened into June, and now when autumn yellows all the leaves…

Love possesses not nor will it be possessed, for love is sufficient unto love.

Love is a canvas furnished by Nature and embroidered by imagination.

And in the end, the love we take will be equal to the love we make.

A baby is born with a need to be loved and never outgrows it.

To say the truth, reason and love keep little company together now-a-days.