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

Love is the poetry of the senses.

Love does not begin and end the way we seem to think it does. Love is a battle, love is a war love is a growing up.

Love is the hardest habit to break, and the most difficult to satisfy.

Success is not the key to happiness. Happiness is the key to success. If you love what you are doing, you will be successful.

Love is when you meet someone who tells you something new about yourself.

Love is an emotion experienced by the many and enjoyed by the few.

The hunger for love is much more difficult to remove than the hunger for bread.

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

There is no disguise which can hide love for long where it exists, or simulate it where it does not.