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.
Harmony is pure love, for love is a concerto.
The fire of love and the cold of time, deprive my sweet love of his peace of mind.
With a few flowers in my garden, half a dozen pictures and some books, I live without envy.