First love is only a little foolishness and a lot of curiosity.
In love the paradox occurs that two beings become one and yet remain two.
Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.
Love is the child of illusion and the parent of disillusion.
Love takes off masks that we fear we cannot live without and know we cannot live within.
Take away love and our earth is a tomb.
There is no surprise more magical than the surprise of being loved: It is God's finger on man's shoulder.
Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
A pair of powerful spectacles has sometimes sufficed to cure a person in love.
For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.
