Who, being loved, is poor?
All mankind love a lover.
I believe in the compelling power of love. I do not understand it. I believe it to be the most fragrant blossom of all this thorny existence.
Looking back, I have this to regret, that too often when I loved, I did not say so.
Love is life. And if you miss love, you miss life.
Love is the power to see similarity in the dissimilar.
Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold.
The hunger for love is much more difficult to remove than the hunger for bread.
To love for the sake of being loved is human, but to love for the sake of loving is angelic.
Woe to the man whose heart has not learned while young to hope, to love - and to put its trust in life.
