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 an act of endless forgiveness, a tender look which becomes a habit.

Blessed is the influence of one true, loving human soul on another.

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

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

Down on your knees, and thank heaven, fasting, for a good man's love.

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

There is no friendship, no love, like that of the parent for the child.

Love is supreme and unconditional like is nice but limited.