. THE WAY TO LOVE ANYTHING IS TO REALIZE IT MIGHT BE LOST

. AT THE TOUCH OF LOVE EVERYONE BECOMES A POET

. ONE WORD FREES US OF ALL THE WEIGHT AND PAIN OF LIFE. THAT WORD IS LOVE ..

THE HEART HAS ITS REASONS WHICH REASON KNOWS NOT OF THE LOVE THAT LASTS THE LONGEST IS THE LOVE THAT IS NEVER RETURNED

. WHERE THOU ART THAT IS HOME

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I AM PART OF ALL THAT I HAVE SEEN . . . . DREAMS ARE TRUE WHILE THEY LAST - AND DO WE NOT LIVE IN DREAMS? . THAT IT WILL NEVER COME AGAIN IS WHAT MAKES LIFE SWEET

. THE SOUL SHOULD ALWAYS STAND AJAR READY FOR THE ECSTATIC EXPERIENCE NOBODY HAS EVER MEASURED- NOT EVEN POETS- HOW MUCH A HEART CAN HOLD

WHO BEING LOVED - IS POOR ! . NOT AS SHE IS BUT HOW SHE FILLS HIS DREAMS THE PAST- THE PRESENT AND THE FUTURE ARE REALLY ONE. THEY ARE TODAY