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.
Love exalts as much as glory does.
What is delayed is not lost.
The abuse of love, like the abuse of health, brings suffering and death in its train.
I must have true love or nothing.
I could dispense with life sooner than with your love.