Even love, overmuch, can be destructive. It is better to do high deeds in Hungary than to be idle and sated.

Though it is far more fun to be idle and sated than to do high deeds.

An Immorality

Sing we for love and idleness,
Naught else is worth the having.

Though I have been in many a land,
There is naught else in living.

And I would rather have my sweet,
Though rose-leaves die of grieving,

Than do high deeds in Hungary
To pass all men’s believing.

Ezra Pound