Love is the poetry of the senses.

It is difficult to know at what moment love begins it is less difficult to know that it has begun.

When you have really exhausted an experience you always reverence and love it.

Gestures, in love, are incomparably more attractive, effective and valuable than words.

Choose your love, Love your choice.

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

The way to know life is to love many things.

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

It is very easy to love alone.

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