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

A kiss is a lovely trick designed by nature to stop speech when words become superfluous.

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

In love the paradox occurs that two beings become one and yet remain two.

Where there is love there is life.

At the touch of love everyone becomes a poet.

Love is energy of life.

You never lose by loving. You always lose by holding back.

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

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