Love has features which pierce all hearts, he wears a bandage which conceals the faults of those beloved. He has wings, he comes quickly and flies away the same. – Voltaire

Pursue some path, however narrow and crooked, in which you can walk with love and reverence. – Henry David Thoreau

What an infinity of bliss the possession of your love seemed to me — the future so full of passionate sweet life that my spirit shrank blinded from trying to explore it; I stopped content with the delicious sense of that moment alone. – Byron Caldwell Smith, letter to Kate Stephens