Lovers may be and indeed generally are enemies but they never can be friends because there must always be a spice of jealousy and a something of Self in all their speculations.

Lovers may be - and indeed generally are - enemies but they never can be friends because there must always be a spice of jealousy and a something of Self in all their speculations.

Pity the selfishness of lovers: it is brief a forlorn hope it is impossible.

Now I believe that lovers should be draped in flowers and laid entwined together on a bed of clover and left there to sleep left there to dream of their happiness.

Lovers who love truly do not write down their happiness.

All really great lovers are articulate and verbal seduction is the surest road to actual seduction.

Husbands are chiefly good as lovers when they are betraying their wives.

Just as in earthly life lovers long for the moment when they are able to breathe forth their love for each other to let their souls blend in a soft whisper so the mystic longs for the moment when in prayer he can as it were creep into God.

If one of two lovers is loyal and the other jealous and false how may their friendship last for Love is slain!

Lovers have a right to betray you... friends don't.