Life without love is like a tree without blossoms or fruit.
Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies.
Love is the poetry of the senses.
More than kisses, letters mingle souls.
The greatest happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved; loved for ourselves, or rather, loved in spite of ourselves.
To love abundantly is to live abundantly, and to love forever is to live forever.
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.
