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

Love is never lost. If not reciprocated, it will flow back and soften and purify the heart.

Love is the joy of the good, the wonder of the wise, the amazement of the Gods.

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

Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.

Love... it surrounds every being and extends slowly to embrace all that shall be.

Who could refrain that had a heart to love and in that heart courage to make love known?

A loving heart is the truest wisdom.

Love can sometimes be magic. But magic can sometimes... just be an illusion.

Gestures, in love, are incomparably more attractive, effective and valuable than words.