I have found the paradox, that if you love until it hurts, there can be no more hurt, only more love.

Love makes your soul crawl out from its hiding place.

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

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

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

All love is lost but upon God alone.

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

There is a woman at the beginning of all great things.

Sometimes the heart sees what is invisible to the eye.

Where there is love there is life.