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

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

He is not a lover who does not love forever.

Love is like a beautiful flower which I may not touch, but whose fragrance makes the garden a place of delight just the same.

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

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

We may give without loving, but we cannot love without giving.

Love is always bestowed as a gift - freely, willingly and without expectation. We don't love to be loved we love to love.

We are never so defensless against suffering as when we love.

It is not enough to say we must not wage war. It is necessary to love peace and sacrifice for it.