Wise men have come and gone, and have been wiser off without love, than being in love.
Wise women have come and gone, and have been wiser off knowing love, than being ignorant of it.
Wise men hold their heads in their shaking hands, get drunk on the peace that can never be, and smoke off all sense.
Wise women hold one trembling hand with the other, get misty-eyed with the remembrance of foolhardy mistakes, and bemoan the slate that can never be wiped off clean.
To be in love or to not be in love – is not the question, that ever a wise playwright asked.
To live by love or to not live by love – is what the wise playwright asked.
The answer lies in every breath that we take and every step that we make.