It is very easy to love alone.

Immature love says: 'I love you because I need you.' Mature love says 'I need you because I love you.'

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

The way to know life is to love many things.

Love is but the discovery of ourselves in others, and the delight in the recognition.

To love for the sake of being loved is human, but to love for the sake of loving is angelic.

Joy is a net of love by which you can catch souls.

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

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

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