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

Love consists in this, that two solitudes protect and touch and greet each other.

Love is the only force capable of transforming an enemy into friend.

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

Love is the poetry of the senses.

There is no scarcity of opportunity to make a living at what you love there's only scarcity of resolve to make it happen.

Love takes off masks that we fear we cannot live without and know we cannot live within.

All happiness or unhappiness solely depends upon the quality of the object to which we are attached by love.

We're born alone, we live alone, we die alone. Only through our love and friendship can we create the illusion for the moment that we're not alone.

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