It is the illusion of all lovers to think themselves unique and their words immortal.
I really can't hate more than 5 or 10 years. Wouldn't it be terrible to be always burdened with those primary emotions you had at one time?
Love from one being to another can only be that two solitudes come nearer, recognize and protect and comfort each other.
And there is not anything in the world stronger than tenderness.
Truth, like surgery, may hurt, but it cures.
Love can never explain the loved one, my dear. It is the essence of wild unreason.