To love for the sake of being loved is human, but to love for the sake of loving is angelic.

If you wished to be loved, love.

Love makes your soul crawl out from its hiding place.

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

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

Love is a fruit in season at all times, and within reach of every hand.

Sometimes the heart sees what is invisible to the eye.

Love is suffering. One side always loves more.

The degree of loving is measured by the degree of giving.

Love is an emotion experienced by the many and enjoyed by the few.