Whoso loves Believes the impossible.

Love is the only reality and it is not a more sentiment. It is the ultimate truth that lies at the heart of creation.

The sweetest of all sounds is that of the voice of the woman we love.

Love built on beauty, soon as beauty, dies.

Each moment of a happy lover's hour is worth an age of dull and common life.

Love consists in this, that two solitudes protect and touch and greet each other.

There is only one kind of love, but there are a thousand imitations.

A very small degree of hope is sufficient to cause the birth of love.

Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies.

All happiness or unhappiness solely depends upon the quality of the object to which we are attached by love.