Love to faults is always blind, always is to joy inclined. Lawless, winged, and unconfined, and breaks all chains from every mind.

For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.

Blessed is the influence of one true, loving human soul on another.

Love is an act of endless forgiveness, a tender look which becomes a habit.

When you have really exhausted an experience you always reverence and love it.

Love takes off masks that we fear we cannot live without and know we cannot live within.

A loving heart is the truest wisdom.

Love is all we have, the only way that each can help the other.

Sometimes the heart sees what is invisible to the eye.

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