Looking back, I have this to regret, that too often when I loved, I did not say so.

It is very easy to love alone.

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

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

The sweetest of all sounds is that of the voice of the woman we love.

Love is the hardest habit to break, and the most difficult to satisfy.

When you have really exhausted an experience you always reverence and love it.

It is very easy to love alone.

All love shifts and changes. I don't know if you can be wholeheartedly in love all the time.

Down on your knees, and thank heaven, fasting, for a good man's love.