Nothing can bring a real sense of security into the home except true love.

Love is a canvas furnished by nature and embroidered by imagination.

When we lose one we love, our bitterest tears are called forth by the memory of hours when we loved not enough.

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

All happiness or unhappiness solely depends upon the quality of the object to which we are attached by love.

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

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

He is not a lover who does not love forever.

Do all things with love.

There is no scarcity of opportunity to make a living at what you love there's only scarcity of resolve to make it happen.