I wasn’t actually in love, but I felt a sort of tender curiosity.
Angry, and half in love with her, and tremendously sorry, I turned away.
There are all kinds of love in the world, but never the same love twice.
I love her and that’s the beginning and end of everything.
At any rate, let us love for a while, for a year or so, you and me. That’s a form of divine drunkenness that we can all try.
All life is just a progression toward, and then a recession from, one phrase – ‘I love you.’
