Attributed in the murkiness of my mind to an Argentinian tango instructor, on the pages of Wallpaper no less:

Two bodies come together for an instant, touch, and then part. That is love, life, the world.

And again; this time I'm pretty sure who it is though - Saint-Exupéry:

Love does not consist in gazing at each other, but in looking outward in the same direction.

I used to visit all the very gay places
Those come-what-may places
Where one relaxes on the axes of the wheel of life
To get the feel of life