My waking thoughts are all of thee. Your portrait and the remembrance of last night's delirium have robbed my senses of repose. Sweet and incomparable Josephine, what an extraordinary influence you have over my heart. Are you vexed? Do I see you sad? Are you ill at ease? My soul is broken with grief, and there is no rest for your lover.

My orphan heart thought love was to complete someone else and to be completed by them. I didn't understand that when two people who aren't whole try to complete each other they both end up with less than when they started. I didn't understand that the only one who can make a person whole is God.

Search your heart, search your soul, and when you find me there you'll search no more.

Love is the only reality and it is not a mere sentiment. It is the ultimate truth that lies at the heart of creation.

All along this path I tread, my heart betrays my weary head, with nothing but my love to save, from the cradle to the grave.

When you fish for love, bait with your heart, not your brain.