St. John of the Cross: “In the evening of life, we shall be judged on love alone.”
W. H. Auden: “Let no one say I Love until aware / What huge resources it will take to nurse / One ruining speck, one tiny hair / That casts a shadow through the universe.”
Freud: “Men are not gentle creatures who want to be loved.”
From 19th-century novels, that love and money are fatally bartered as interchangeable currencies.
From poetry, that love is a language that has to be learned.
From the Bible, that love is as strong as death.
From my novel “Written on the Body”: “Why is the measure of love loss?”
But 20 years later I discovered that love could be as reliable as the sun. And that there is one other thing in a world infatuated by wealth. Love never counts the cost.
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