He complains a great deal before expiring. Love is a fruit in season at all times. The sin of love does not exist. It requires infinitely a greater genius to make love, than to make war. Perhaps that is what love is - the momentary or prolonged refusal to think of another person in terms of power.
Love is the wild card of existence.
Being always overavid, I demand from those I love a love equal to mine, which, being balanced people, they cannot supply. Use of this site constitutes acceptance of our User Agreement Please read our Privacy Policy and Disclaimer .