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.
The abuse of love, like the abuse of health, brings suffering and death in its train.
Genius does not only pertain to the brain, it belongs above all to the heart.
What is delayed is not lost.
I must have true love or nothing.