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

Who could refrain that had a heart to love and in that heart courage to make love known?

Love is an act of endless forgiveness, a tender look which becomes a habit.

Love is the joy of the good, the wonder of the wise, the amazement of the Gods.

The love of family and the admiration of friends is much more important than wealth and privilege.

Love is when you meet someone who tells you something new about yourself.

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

Love is an emotion experienced by the many and enjoyed by the few.

The greatest healing therapy is friendship and love.

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