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• Do not stop to ask what is it; Let us go and make our visit.
  -- T. S. Eliot, The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock...
• May those that love us love us; and those that don't love us, may God turn their hea
  and if he doesn't turn their hearts, may he turn their ankles so we'll know them by their limping....
• That is the true season of love, when we believe that we alone can love, that no one could have loved so before us, and that no one will love in the same way as us.
  -- Johann Wolfgang von Goethe...
• Dowered with the hate of hate, the scorn of scorn, The love of love.
  -- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- The Poe...
• That person who falls in love with self alone, falls in love with one of the meanest mortals known.
• He who falls in love with himself will have no rivals.
• This is the true measure of love: when we believe that we alone can love, that no one could ever have loved so before us, and that no one will ever love in the same way after us.
  -- Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (1749-1832)...
• May those who love us, love us, and those who don't love us, may God turn their ankles so that we'll know them by their limping.
• Of love that never found his earthly close, What sequel?
  Streaming eyes and breaking hearts; Or all the same as if he had not been?...