“Oh God, let me not be cured of love, but let my passion grow! Let me love for love's sake!”

“Oh God, let me not be cured of love, but let my passion grow! Let me love for love's sake!”

“With good reason, love's messengers, Eros and Kama, are armed with bows and long-distance arrows. No being, god or mortal, can choose love. Love comes despite ourselves; and then, if we have not already done so, we have the task of becoming our selves so we may welcome love.”