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

Love begins by taking care of the closest ones - the ones at home.

All love is vanquished by a succeeding love.

Love isn't something you find. Love is something that finds you.

Where there is love there is life.

Love is but the discovery of ourselves in others, and the delight in the recognition.

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

Friendship often ends in love but love in friendship - never.

If you wished to be loved, love.

Love is always open arms. If you close your arms about love you will find that you are left holding only yourself.