For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.

All happiness or unhappiness solely depends upon the quality of the object to which we are attached by love.

Who could refrain that had a heart to love and in that heart courage to make love known?

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

People think love is an emotion. Love is good sense.

Be of love a little more careful than of anything.

People think love is an emotion. Love is good sense.

Affection is responsible for nine-tenths of whatever solid and durable happiness there is in our lives.

Love is a springtime plant that perfumes everything with its hope, even the ruins to which it clings.

A very small degree of hope is sufficient to cause the birth of love.