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

People think love is an emotion. Love is good sense.

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

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

Love is a gross exaggeration of the difference between one person and everybody else.

When you love someone all your saved up wishes start coming out.

Life without love is like a tree without blossoms or fruit.

If you can learn to love yourself and all the flaws, you can love other people so much better. And that makes you so happy.

A very small degree of hope is sufficient to cause the birth of love.

If you live to be a hundred, I want to live to be a hundred minus one day so I never have to live without you.