Wine comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye;
That’s all we shall know for truthBefore we grow old and die.
I lift the glass to my mouth,
I look at you, and I sigh.
--William Butler Yeats, “A Drinking Song”
Lost LovesOld Gods
And the season of mists;
And may each and every one of us
Always give the devil his due.
--Neil Gaiman, Season of Mists
Love weakens as much as it strengthens, and often that’s very good for you.
--Harlan Ellison, Love Ain’t Nothing but Sex Misspelled
And in itself
Can make a heaven of hell,
A hell of heaven.--John Milton,