You must know, dear boy, that the fondness of the lover is not a matter of goodwill, but of appetite which he wishes to satisfy: just as the wolf loves the lamb, so the lover adores his beloved.

For lovers praise your words and acts beyond due measure, partly through fear of incurring your displeasure, and partly because their own judgement is obscured by their passions.

— Plato's Phaedrus

*Nothing eases suffering like human touch.*

Just as the wind or an echo rebounds from smooth, hard surfaces and returns whence it came, so the stream of beauty passes back into the beautiful one through the eyes, the natural inlet to the soul [...] and he sees himself in his lover as in a mirror.

— Plato's Phaedrus

Arbor vitae
The latin word for “tree of life”
Seen in the cross section of the cerebellum

Arbor Vitae