Oh, they loved dearly:their souls kissed,they kissed with their eyes,they were both but one single kiss.
Life is the greatest of blessings and death the worst of evils.... all great, powerful souls love life.
With the rose the butterfly's deep in love, A thousand times hovering round; But round himself, all tender like gold, The sun's sweet ray is hovering found.
The fountain of love is the rose and the lily, the sun and the dove.
If thou lookest on the lime-leaf, Thou a heart's form will discover; Therefore are the lindens ever Chosen seats of each fond lover.
What Christian love cannot do is effected by a common hatred.
Sleep is lovely, death is better still, not to have been born is of course the miracle.
Like a great poet, nature produces the greatest results with the simplest means. There are simply a sun, flowers, water, and love.
The deepest truth blooms only from the deepest love.