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.

A loving heart is the truest wisdom.

Love is life. And if you miss love, you miss life.

Love has nothing to do with what you are expecting to get - only with what you are expecting to give - which is everything.

Love yourself first and everything else falls into line. You really have to love yourself to get anything done in this world.

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

In every living thing there is the desire for love.

If you love something let it go free. If it doesn't come back, you never had it. If it comes back, love it forever.

Pursue some path, however narrow and crooked, in which you can walk with love and reverence.