Lovers, forget your love And list to the love of these. She a window flower. And he a winter breeze.

Love adorns itself; it seeks to prove inward joy by outward beauty.

Love's gift cannot be given, it waits to be accepted.

If I call not thee in my prayers, if I keep not thee in my heart, thy love for me still waits for my love.

Beauty is simply reality seen with the eyes of love.

Let the dead have the immortality of fame, but the living the immortality of love.