On Love:
The most dire disaster in love is the death of imagination.
The love is here; it has but changed its aim.
(From: Modern Love VI: It Chanced His Lips Did Meet)
She whom I love is hard to catch and conquer, Hard, but O the glory of the winning were she won
The season of love is the carnival of egoism and it brings a touchstone to our natures.
On Life:
We are the lords of life, and life is warm.
(From: Modern Love XXX: What Are We First)
On Happiness:
For happiness is somewhere to be had.
(From: Modern Love XXXIV: Madam Would Speak With Me)