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

We love but once, for once only are we perfectly equipped for loving.

Life in abundance comes only through great love.

If you want a love message to be heard, it has got to be sent out. To keep a lamp burning, we have to keep putting oil in it.

When we lose one we love, our bitterest tears are called forth by the memory of hours when we loved not enough.

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

A man is already halfway in love with any woman who listens to him.

Sometimes the heart sees what is invisible to the eye.

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

When you have really exhausted an experience you always reverence and love it.