True love is like ghosts, which everyone talks about and few have seen.

Friendship may, and often does, grow into love, but love never subsides into friendship.

Love is an emotion experienced by the many and enjoyed by the few.

A man is already halfway in love with any woman who listens to him.

A kiss makes the heart young again and wipes out the years.

Absence diminishes mediocre passions and increases great ones, as the wind extinguishes candles and fans fires.

Looking back, I have this to regret, that too often when I loved, I did not say so.

Love is always bestowed as a gift - freely, willingly and without expectation. We don't love to be loved we love to love.

Immature love says: 'I love you because I need you.' Mature love says 'I need you because I love you.'

Falling in love consists merely in uncorking the imagination and bottling the common sense.