There is no limit to the power of loving.

Love is a gross exaggeration of the difference between one person and everybody else.

Love is the only force capable of transforming an enemy into friend.

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

Sometimes the heart sees what is invisible to the eye.

A loving heart is the beginning of all knowledge.

All love is vanquished by a succeeding love.

A kiss makes the heart young again and wipes out the years.

There is more pleasure in loving than in being beloved.

True love is like ghosts, which everyone talks about and few have seen.