If you wished to be loved, love.

Love is never lost. If not reciprocated, it will flow back and soften and purify the heart.

Where there is love there is life.

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

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

Down on your knees, and thank heaven, fasting, for a good man's love.

Sometimes the heart sees what is invisible to the eye.

If you press me to say why I loved him, I can say no more than because he was he, and I was I.

We are never so defensless against suffering as when we love.

Love is the delusion that one woman differs from another.