Come live with me and be my Love, And we will all the pleasures prove That hills and valleys, dales and fields, Or woods or steepy mountain yields.
Lay your sleeping head, my love, Human on my faithless arm.
If we have no peace, it is because we have forgotten that we belong to each other.
When the power of love overcomes the love of power, the world will know peace.
Love does not begin and end the way we seem to think it does. Love is a battle, love is a war; love is a growing up.
A lady's imagination is very rapid; it jumps from admiration to love, from love to matrimony in a moment.