My playing had called to another human being at last. Surely, she could be no other than my own true love. Slowly, I got to my feet. Speak to me, I thought. And as if she'd heard me, the young woman's lips parted and she spoke thus: Have you lost your mind?

For surely a king is first a man. And so it must follow that a king does as all men do: the best he can.

That is what love is I thought. A possibility that becomes a choice. A choice you keep making over and over. Day after day. Year after year. Time after time.

There is a tale...It tells of the days when a blight hung over our land. Nothing prospered. Nothing flourished. Not even zucchini would grow.

True love comes when it will, not when it's called.

...to be unkind because you are thoughtless is the worst kind of blindness.

Remember that yours is not the only heart that may be wishing for love.