Without love, the world itself would not survive.
All right, then, I'll say it: Dante makes me sick.
There is no greater glory than love, nor any greater punishment than jealousy.
But life is short: while one lives, everything is lacking; when one is dead, everything is superfluous.
The fire of love and the cold of time, deprive my sweet love of his peace of mind.
Harmony is pure love, for love is a concerto.