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

Pursue some path, however narrow and crooked, in which you can walk with love and reverence.

Love is a fruit in season at all times, and within reach of every hand.

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

In love the paradox occurs that two beings become one and yet remain two.

We never know the love of a parent till we become parents ourselves.

The hunger for love is much more difficult to remove than the hunger for bread.

He is not a lover who does not love forever.

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

The love of family and the admiration of friends is much more important than wealth and privilege.