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

When we lose one we love, our bitterest tears are called forth by the memory of hours when we loved not enough.

Love is a fruit in season at all times, and within reach of every hand.

It is not enough to say we must not wage war. It is necessary to love peace and sacrifice for it.

Love is not only something you feel, it is something you do.

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

Looking back, I have this to regret, that too often when I loved, I did not say so.

The way to know life is to love many things.

Kindness in words creates confidence. Kindness in thinking creates profoundness. Kindness in giving creates love.

If you have only one smile in you give it to the people you love.