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

There is a woman at the begining of all great things.

Love is the great miracle cure. Loving ourselves works miracles in our lives.

What we have once enjoyed we can never lose. All that we love deeply becomes a part of us.

All love is lost but upon God alone.

Where we love is home - home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts.

Love is the delusion that one woman differs from another.

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

If you have only one smile in you give it to the people you love.

Love is our true destiny. We do not find the meaning of life by ourselves alone - we find it with another.