Tell me who admires and loves you, and I will tell you who you are.

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

There is no disguise which can hide love for long where it exists, or simulate it where it does not.

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

Love is a canvas furnished by nature and embroidered by imagination.

Coming generations will learn equality from poverty, and love from woes.

Love is the flower you've got to let grow.

In love the paradox occurs that two beings become one and yet remain two.

Immature love says: 'I love you because I need you.' Mature love says 'I need you because I love you.'

Love is but the discovery of ourselves in others, and the delight in the recognition.