If you wished to be loved, love.

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

Life is the flower for which love is the honey.

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

Love is supreme and unconditional like is nice but limited.

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

It is very easy to love alone.

A man is already halfway in love with any woman who listens to him.

Friendship may, and often does, grow into love, but love never subsides into friendship.

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