If you wished to be loved, love.

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

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

It is very easy to love alone.

Love is the poetry of the senses.

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.

The hunger for love is much more difficult to remove than the hunger for bread.

Fortune and love favor the brave.

If you love somebody, let them go, for if they return, they were always yours. And if they don't, they never were.