Vow to all the precious people you love, “I’ll tolerate you forever!”

If you don’t love me, something is wrong with you.

To be or not to be; love is you, all those, and me.

Love is odd — God and pod.

Pets are God’s antidote for an overdose of humans.

Love, love, love, eloquence thereof.

Love in poem and speach and song and in every string-a-long.

First you are loved, second, you love.

Love is not just what you pick; it’s also what you choose to lick.

Love much, loved much.

Love invented shutting up.

Don’t fly into space without oxygen; neither voyage into life without love.


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