Love in young men for the most part is not love but sexual desire, and its accomplishment is the end
Love not what you are, but what you may become.
That's the nature of women not to love when we love them, and to love when we love them not.
Tis said of love that it sometimes goes, sometimes flies; runs with one, walks gravely with another; turns a third into ice, and sets a fourth in a flame: it wounds one, another it kills: like lightning it begins and ends in the same moment: it makes