In every living thing there is the desire for love.

Love is the only sane and satisfactory answer to the problem of human existence.

Love takes off masks that we fear we cannot live without and know we cannot live within.

Love is the delusion that one woman differs from another.

There is no limit to the power of loving.

Love is life. And if you miss love, you miss life.

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

Sometimes the heart sees what is invisible to the eye.

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.

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