Love is the only sane and satisfactory answer to the problem of human existence.

If you press me to say why I loved him, I can say no more than because he was he, and I was I.

Love is life. And if you miss love, you miss life.

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

It is difficult to know at what moment love begins it is less difficult to know that it has begun.

Love is a springtime plant that perfumes everything with its hope, even the ruins to which it clings.

Sometimes the heart sees what is invisible to the eye.

Looking back, I have this to regret, that too often when I loved, I did not say so.

We can only learn to love by loving.

Love is my religion - I could die for it.