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

There is no friendship, no love, like that of the parent for the child.

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

Gestures, in love, are incomparably more attractive, effective and valuable than words.

Do all things with love.

Love is energy of life.

Affection is responsible for nine-tenths of whatever solid and durable happiness there is in our lives.

A friendship that like love is warm A love like friendship, steady.

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

Love is the flower you've got to let grow.