It takes two to make a love affair and a mans meat is too often a woman's poison.

We are not the same persons this year as last; nor are those we love. It is a happy chance if we, changing, continue to love a changed person.

Love is not all: it is not meat nor drink Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain; Nor yet a floating spar to men that sink.

Love is something far more than desire for sexual intercourse; it is the principal means of escape from the loneliness which afflicts most men and women throughout the greater part of their lives.

To love means to give, and to give means to build, while to hate is to destroy.

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind; And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.

Love sought is good, but given unsought, is better.

Love is an endless mystery, for it has nothing else to explain it.

There may be two equally good, equally gifted, equally beautiful, but there may never be two that love one another equally well.

We must try to love one another... The terrible and beautiful sentence, the last, the final wisdom that the earth can give, is remembered at the end, is spoken too late, wearily. It stands there, awful and untraduced, above the dusty racket of our lives. No forgetting, no forgiving, no denying, no explaining, no hating.