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

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

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

Love is suffering. One side always loves more.

We're born alone, we live alone, we die alone. Only through our love and friendship can we create the illusion for the moment that we're not alone.

One is loved because one is loved. No reason is needed for loving.

Love is the great miracle cure. Loving ourselves works miracles in our lives.

There is no disguise which can hide love for long where it exists, or simulate it where it does not.

Pursue some path, however narrow and crooked, in which you can walk with love and reverence.

There is a woman at the begining of all great things.