A kiss makes the heart young again and wipes out the years.

Love makes your soul crawl out from its hiding place.

The degree of loving is measured by the degree of giving.

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

Down on your knees, and thank heaven, fasting, for a good man's love.

We love but once, for once only are we perfectly equipped for loving.

Love is what we were born with. Fear is what we learned here.

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

Love is a canvas furnished by nature and embroidered by imagination.

In love the paradox occurs that two beings become one and yet remain two.