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

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

Each moment of a happy lover's hour is worth an age of dull and common life.

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

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

Pursue some path, however narrow and crooked, in which you can walk with love and reverence.

When the power of love overcomes the love of power the world will know peace.

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

Love is the poetry of the senses.

In every living thing there is the desire for love.