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

Love is all we have, the only way that each can help the other.

Love is the master key that opens the gates of happiness.

For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.

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

Love begins at home, and it is not how much we do... but how much love we put in that action.

Love is a great beautifier.

Love is a fruit in season at all times, and within reach of every hand.

The love of family and the admiration of friends is much more important than wealth and privilege.

Love is the poetry of the senses.