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

Blessed is the influence of one true, loving human soul on another.

Three grand essentials to happiness in this life are something to do, something to love, and something to hope for.

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

If you press me to say why I loved him, I can say no more than because he was he, and I was I.

A loving heart is the beginning of all knowledge.

I love that feeling of being in love, the effect of having butterflies when you wake up in the morning. That is special.

Love is a springtime plant that perfumes everything with its hope, even the ruins to which it clings.

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

Love is always bestowed as a gift - freely, willingly and without expectation. We don't love to be loved we love to love.