There is only one kind of love, but there are a thousand imitations.

We love but once, for once only are we perfectly equipped for loving.

Love is what we were born with. Fear is what we learned here.

All love is lost but upon God alone.

Falling in love consists merely in uncorking the imagination and bottling the common sense.

Love... it surrounds every being and extends slowly to embrace all that shall be.

Love can sometimes be magic. But magic can sometimes... just be an illusion.

Be of love a little more careful than of anything.

When we lose one we love, our bitterest tears are called forth by the memory of hours when we loved not enough.

I have decided to stick with love. Hate is too great a burden to bear.