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

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

A heart is not judged by how much you love, but by how much you are loved by others.

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

There is no disguise which can hide love for long where it exists, or simulate it where it does not.

We are never so defensless against suffering as when we love.

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

We love life, not because we are used to living but because we are used to loving.

A woman knows the face of the man she loves as a sailor knows the open sea.

A loving heart is the truest wisdom.