I love you taller and fatter than the whole universe.

Platonic love is love from the neck up.

Love before the world did move.

The face of a lover is an unknown, precisely because it is invested with so much of oneself. It is a mystery, containing, like all mysteries, the possibility of torment.

Others, like myself, must have felt their lives crumble away in the course of an existence devoid of love. If I cry, I cry a little for them.

For times to come, I tell the plight I've earned through loving in excess.

As love is union, it knows no extremes of distance.

Love is above the laws, above the opinion of men; it is the truth, the flame, the pure element, the primary idea of the moral world.

In matters of the heart, nothing is true except the improbable.

I love nothing and that is the true cause of my ennui.