Love is our true destiny. We do not find the meaning of life by ourselves alone - we find it with another.

There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness.

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

Love is the poetry of the senses.

Love begins at home, and it is not how much we do... but how much love we put in that action.

We can only learn to love by loving.

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

Sometimes the heart sees what is invisible to the eye.

A kiss makes the heart young again and wipes out the years.

If you press me to say why I loved him, I can say no more than because he was he, and I was I.