Sometimes the heart sees what is invisible to the eye.

One is loved because one is loved. No reason is needed for loving.

Love is a springtime plant that perfumes everything with its hope, even the ruins to which it clings.

Love is a canvas furnished by nature and embroidered by imagination.

Love is but the discovery of ourselves in others, and the delight in the recognition.

When we are in love we seem to ourselves quite different from what we were before.

Sometimes the heart sees what is invisible to the eye.

There is a woman at the begining of all great things.

Though lovers be lost love shall not.

Coming generations will learn equality from poverty, and love from woes.