Love is the flower you've got to let grow.

Fortune and love favor the brave.

Blessed is the influence of one true, loving human soul on another.

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

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

For though we love both the truth and our friends, piety requires us to honor the truth first.

When we are in love we seem to ourselves quite different from what we were before.

Falling in love consists merely in uncorking the imagination and bottling the common sense.

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

First love is only a little foolishness and a lot of curiosity.