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

The way to know life is to love many things.

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

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

Absence diminishes mediocre passions and increases great ones, as the wind extinguishes candles and fans fires.

We may give without loving, but we cannot love without giving.

Nothing can bring a real sense of security into the home except true love.

Love begins at home, and it is not how much we do... but how much love we put in that action.

Do all things with love.

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