What is delayed is not lost.
Love exalts as much as glory does.
When I am dead, I am certain that the imprint of my love will be found on my heart. It is impossible to worship as I do without leaving some visible trace behind when life is over.
I could dispense with life sooner than with your love.
I must have true love or nothing.
The abuse of love, like the abuse of health, brings suffering and death in its train.