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

Life is the flower for which love is the honey.

Love is what we were born with. Fear is what we learned here.

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

Affection is responsible for nine-tenths of whatever solid and durable happiness there is in our lives.

When we lose one we love, our bitterest tears are called forth by the memory of hours when we loved not enough.

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

Gestures, in love, are incomparably more attractive, effective and valuable than words.

A loving heart is the truest wisdom.

Take away love and our earth is a tomb.