Love begins at home, and it is not how much we do... but how much love we put in that action.
Who could refrain that had a heart to love and in that heart courage to make love known?
If you press me to say why I loved him, I can say no more than because he was he, and I was I.
For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.
Love is like a beautiful flower which I may not touch, but whose fragrance makes the garden a place of delight just the same.