Life without love is like a tree without blossoms or fruit.

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

There is a woman at the beginning of all great things.

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

Love is not only something you feel, it is something you do.

Love is supreme and unconditional like is nice but limited.

Throw your dreams into space like a kite, and you do not know what it will bring back, a new life, a new friend, a new love, a new country.

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

Love is the poetry of the senses.

Lord, grant that I might not so much seek to be loved as to love.