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

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

Love is a gross exaggeration of the difference between one person and everybody else.

Life is the flower for which love is the honey.

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

Love is the great miracle cure. Loving ourselves works miracles in our lives.

It is very easy to love alone.

Love is suffering. One side always loves more.

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

Love built on beauty, soon as beauty, dies.