Love is a gross exaggeration of the difference between one person and everybody else.

Down on your knees, and thank heaven, fasting, for a good man's love.

Three grand essentials to happiness in this life are something to do, something to love, and something to hope for.

Love is when you meet someone who tells you something new about yourself.

Love is suffering. One side always loves more.

Love is the hardest habit to break, and the most difficult to satisfy.

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

The sweetest of all sounds is that of the voice of the woman we love.

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

Love is the delusion that one woman differs from another.