A kiss is a lovely trick designed by nature to stop speech when words become superfluous.
Can miles truly separate you from friends... If you want to be with someone you love, aren't you already there?
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 canvas furnished by nature and embroidered by imagination.
Love is only a dirty trick played on us to achieve continuation of the species.
Love isn't something you find. Love is something that finds you.
Sometimes the heart sees what is invisible to the eye.
There is more pleasure in loving than in being beloved.
We perceive when love begins and when it declines by our embarrassment when alone together.
A kiss is a rosy dot over the 'i' of loving.
