
Gustave Flaubert
I will cover you with love when next I see you, with caresses, with ecstasy.
When you are old, I want you to recall those few hours, I want your dry bones to quiver with joy when you think of them.
George Gordon Lord Byron
In that word, beautiful in all languages, but most so in yours--Amor mio--is comprised my existence here and hereafter.
I feel I exist here, and I feel I shall exist hereafter,--to what purpose...