Each moment of a happy lover's hour is worth an age of dull and common life.

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

It is very easy to love alone.

There is no friendship, no love, like that of the parent for the child.

Throw your dreams into space like a kite, and you do not know what it will bring back, a new life, a new friend, a new love, a new country.

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

We may give without loving, but we cannot love without giving.

Love is the great miracle cure. Loving ourselves works miracles in our lives.

Love consists in this, that two solitudes protect and touch and greet each other.

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