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.

We can only learn to love by loving.

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

Life without love is like a tree without blossoms or fruit.

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

Love is like war: easy to begin but very hard to stop.

Falling in love consists merely in uncorking the imagination and bottling the common sense.

If you press me to say why I loved him, I can say no more than because he was he, and I was I.

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

If you wished to be loved, love.