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

Looking back, I have this to regret, that too often when I loved, I did not say so.

Joy is a net of love by which you can catch souls.

Love takes off masks that we fear we cannot live without and know we cannot live within.

Love is always open arms. If you close your arms about love you will find that you are left holding only yourself.

There is no limit to the power of loving.

For though we love both the truth and our friends, piety requires us to honor the truth first.

Love can sometimes be magic. But magic can sometimes... just be an illusion.

The quarrels of lovers are the renewal of love.

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