The degree of loving is measured by the degree of giving.

Love is always bestowed as a gift - freely, willingly and without expectation. We don't love to be loved we love to love.

Love to faults is always blind, always is to joy inclined. Lawless, winged, and unconfined, and breaks all chains from every mind.

Joy is a net of love by which you can catch souls.

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

All happiness or unhappiness solely depends upon the quality of the object to which we are attached by love.

Love is always open arms. If you close your arms about love you will find that you are left holding only yourself.

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

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

He is not a lover who does not love forever.