There is a woman at the begining of all great things.

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

Love begins by taking care of the closest ones - the ones at home.

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

Where we love is home - home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts.

Love built on beauty, soon as beauty, dies.

Pursue some path, however narrow and crooked, in which you can walk with love and reverence.

It is very easy to love alone.

Love does not begin and end the way we seem to think it does. Love is a battle, love is a war love is a growing up.

Where there is love there is life.