Our life of poverty is as necessary as the work itself. Only in heaven will we see how much we owe to the poor for helping us to love God better because of them.

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

Friendship may, and often does, grow into love, but love never subsides into friendship.

Absence diminishes mediocre passions and increases great ones, as the wind extinguishes candles and fans fires.

A very small degree of hope is sufficient to cause the birth of love.

Falling in love consists merely in uncorking the imagination and bottling the common sense.

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

We love but once, for once only are we perfectly equipped for loving.

You can give without loving, but you can never love without giving.

It is very easy to love alone.