The success of my rule does not rely on my ability to recite obscure Latin verse.

Even the boy who cried wolf was right about the wolf once.

To the beginning of the rest of our lives. —Leo

Some lovers were fortunate enough to grow old together. They’d grown old apart. She did not think him any less handsome. She only wished that she’d been there when the first line on his face had appeared, so that she could have stroked and kissed and cherished it.

Just that I have loved you, even when I was nothing and no one to you, when you didn’t know my name and barely knew my face. - Leo