One is loved because one is loved. No reason is needed for loving.

Love is life. And if you miss love, you miss life.

If you wished to be loved, love.

Joy is a net of love by which you can catch souls.

Love is a canvas furnished by nature and embroidered by imagination.

Love makes your soul crawl out from its hiding place.

Do all things with love.

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

Falling in love consists merely in uncorking the imagination and bottling the common sense.

Looking back, I have this to regret, that too often when I loved, I did not say so.