You are, and always have been, my dream.

In vain have I struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.

I would die for you. But I won't live for you.

One is loved because one is loved. No reason is needed for loving.

We are what we pretend to be, so we must be careful about what we pretend to be.