Like love we don't know where or why
Like love we cant compel or fly
Like Love we often weep
Like Love we seldom keep

There are good books which are only for adults.
There are no good books which are only for children.

"Narcissus does not fall in love with his reflection because it is beautiful but because it is <i>his</i>. If it were his beauty that enthralled him, he would be set free in a few years by its fading.

"After all," sighed Narcissus the hunchback, "on <i>me</i> it looks good.

The contemplation of his reflection does not turn Narcissus into Priapus: the spell in which he is trapped is not a desire for himself but the satisfaction of not desiring the nymphs.

"I prefer my pistol to my p…," said Narcissus; "it cannot take aim without my permission" – and took a pot shot at Echo.