Life is the flower for which love is the honey.

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

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

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

He is not a lover who does not love forever.

Love is a canvas furnished by nature and embroidered by imagination.

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

Life without love is like a tree without blossoms or fruit.

Love is our true destiny. We do not find the meaning of life by ourselves alone - we find it with another.

There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness.