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

All love is vanquished by a succeeding love.

In every living thing there is the desire for love.

Love is the only reality and it is not a more sentiment. It is the ultimate truth that lies at the heart of creation.

Love built on beauty, soon as beauty, dies.

Affection is responsible for nine-tenths of whatever solid and durable happiness there is in our lives.

It is difficult to know at what moment love begins it is less difficult to know that it has begun.

Life without love is like a tree without blossoms or fruit.

Love is always bestowed as a gift - freely, willingly and without expectation. We don't love to be loved we love to love.

Love begins at home, and it is not how much we do... but how much love we put in that action.