There is only one kind of love, but there are a thousand imitations.

A woman knows the face of the man she loves as a sailor knows the open sea.

There is more pleasure in loving than in being beloved.

Love begins at home, and it is not how much we do... but how much love we put in that action.

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

I have found the paradox, that if you love until it hurts, there can be no more hurt, only more love.

Love has nothing to do with what you are expecting to get - only with what you are expecting to give - which is everything.

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

Faith makes all things possible... love makes all things easy.

To love for the sake of being loved is human, but to love for the sake of loving is angelic.