Why is there ever this perverse cruelty in humankind, that makes us hurt most those we love best?

The pain of the flesh is naught to that of the heart

We are faithful as long as we love, but you
demand faithfulness of a woman without love, and the giving of
herself without enjoyment. Who is cruel there--woman or man?

In love, howsoever it is manifest, we are greater than the sum of our parts.

Let the warriors clamor after gods of blood and thunder; love is hard, harder than steel and thrice as cruel.

Love as thou wilt