May we so love as never to have occasion to repent of our love!
(Henry David Thoreau (1817-1862), U.S. philosopher, author, naturalist. Essay on "Chastity and Sensuality" in letter, September 1852, to Harrison Blake, in The Writings of Henry David Thoreau, vol. 6, p. 207, Houghton Mifflin (1906).)
To love one child and to love all children, whether living or deadsomewhere these two loves come together. To love a no-good but humble punk and to love an honest man who believes himself to be an honest mansomewhere these, too, come together.
(Marguerite Duras (b. 1914), French author, filmmaker. interview, repr. In Outside: Selected Writings (1984). "The Path of Joyful Despair," Le Monde (Paris, 1977).)
... to a poet, the human community is like the community of birds to a bird, singing to each other. Love is one of the reasons we are singing to one another, love of language itself, love of sound, love of singing itself, and love of the other birds.
(Sharon Olds (b. 1942), U.S. poet. As quoted in Listen to Their Voices, ch. 18 (1993).
On why writing poetry, though "always difficult," is easier than not writing it.)