“Why else do we live, except to be loved and remembered by those we love?”
“Why else were we here except to love?”
“Why else do we write and write except to move our readers?”
“We cannot do anything for the people we love, except to keep on loving them”.”
“We are not judicious in love; we do not select those whom we ought to love, but those whom we cannot help loving.”
“I love those who do not know how to live, except by going under, for they are those who cross over.”