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

Love makes your soul crawl out from its hiding place.

To love rightly is to love what is orderly and beautiful in an educated and disciplined way.

If you press me to say why I loved him, I can say no more than because he was he, and I was I.

Love is always being given where it is not required.

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

I have found the paradox, that if you love until it hurts, there can be no more hurt, only more love.

He is not a lover who does not love forever.

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

There is only one kind of love, but there are a thousand imitations.