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

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

A loving heart is the truest wisdom.

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

Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.

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

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

Falling in love consists merely in uncorking the imagination and bottling the common sense.

Love is the poetry of the senses.