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

At the touch of love everyone becomes a poet.

The quarrels of lovers are the renewal of love.

Love to faults is always blind, always is to joy inclined. Lawless, winged, and unconfined, and breaks all chains from every mind.

Who could refrain that had a heart to love and in that heart courage to make love known?

Love is the only sane and satisfactory answer to the problem of human existence.

Love has nothing to do with what you are expecting to get - only with what you are expecting to give - which is everything.

Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.

There is only one kind of love, but there are a thousand imitations.

Love is the poetry of the senses.