I love America. You always hurt the one you love.
Give up your relentless moralizing, the continual pinpricks which pierce the skin of your fellows. The distinction between good and evil is the sickness of the mind. Give up your morals, and the people will regain a love of their fellows.
When we are in love we often doubt that which we most believe.
It is well to write love letters. There are certain things for which it is not easy to ask your mistress face to face, like money for instance.
The yearning for an afterlife is the opposite of selfish it is love and praise for the world that we are privileged, in this complex interval of light, to witness and experience.
Bitterness imprisons life love releases it. Bitterness paralyzes life love empowers it. Bitterness sours life love sweetens it. Bitterness sickens life love heals it. Bitterness blinds life love anoints its eyes.
I love the United States, but I see here everything is measured by success, by how much money it makes, not the satisfaction to the individual.
I have perfumed my bed with myrrh, aloes, and cinnamon. Come, let us take our fill of love until the morning.