Love's very pain is sweet

There is a harmony In autumn, and a luster in its sky...

See the mountains kiss high Heaven And the waves clasp one another; No sister-flower would be forgiven If it disdained its brother; And the sunlight clasps the earth, And the moonbeams kiss the sea - What is all this sweet work worth If thou kiss not me?

What do you think? Young women of rank eat - you will never guess what - garlick!

Sing again, with your dear voice revealing. A tone Of some world far from ours, where music and moonlight and feeling are one.

A man, to be greatly good, must imagine intensely and comprehensively; he must put himself in the place of another and of many others; the pains and pleasures of his species must become his own.

Sometimes it's better to put love into hugs than to put it into words. Soul meets soul on lovers' lips.