Love isn't something you find. Love is something that finds you.

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

Love consists in this, that two solitudes protect and touch and greet each other.

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

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

There is more pleasure in loving than in being beloved.

Love is the poetry of the senses.

Friendship may, and often does, grow into love, but love never subsides into friendship.

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

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