Love is not dumb. The heart speaks many ways.

None love, but they who wish to love.

The man who has never made a fool of himself in love will never be wise in love.

There is need of variety in sex, but not in love.

Beyond the wounds of the child and the scars of the man, there is something in the heart of love itself that makes love pathetic.

For one human being to love another: that is perhaps the most difficult of all our tasks, the ultimate, the last test and proof, the work for which all other work is but preparation.

To be loved means to be consumed. To love is to give light with inexhaustible oil. To be loved is to pass away, to love is to endure.

As long as we love, we lend to the beloved object qualities of mind and heart which we deprive him of when the day of misunderstanding arrives.

Love does not cause suffering: what causes it is the sense of ownership, which is love's opposite.

There is a warning love sends and the cost of it is never written till long afterward.