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

Rather than love, than money, than fame, give me truth.

Love makes your soul crawl out from its hiding place.

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

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

The degree of loving is measured by the degree of giving.

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

When we are in love we seem to ourselves quite different from what we were before.

The love of family and the admiration of friends is much more important than wealth and privilege.

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