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

At the touch of love everyone becomes a poet.

We love but once, for once only are we perfectly equipped for loving.

A very small degree of hope is sufficient to cause the birth of love.

Love is life. And if you miss love, you miss life.

He is not a lover who does not love forever.

Love makes your soul crawl out from its hiding place.

There is more pleasure in loving than in being beloved.

It is difficult to know at what moment love begins it is less difficult to know that it has begun.

Love is the only sane and satisfactory answer to the problem of human existence.