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

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

Love is energy of life.

You, yourself, as much as anybody in the entire universe, deserve your love and affection.

Love does not begin and end the way we seem to think it does. Love is a battle, love is a war love is a growing up.

It is very easy to love alone.

Love is the poetry of the senses.

It is not enough to say we must not wage war. It is necessary to love peace and sacrifice for it.

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

Love is a great beautifier.