Poets are all who love, who feel great truths, And tell them; and the truth of truths is love.

Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.

I love the idea that in order to be successful, it takes hard work.

Love will find its way through all languages on its own.

I have a very strong feeling that the opposite of love is not hate - it's apathy. It's not giving a damn.

For if you love those who love you, what reward have you? Do not even the tax collectors do the same?

Women love always: when earth slips from them, they take refuge in heaven.

Because of a great love, one is courageous.

What does love look like? It has the hands to help others. It has the feet to hasten to the poor and needy. It has eyes to see misery and want. It has the ears to hear the sighs and sorrows of men. That is what love looks like.

No one is a friend to his friend who does not love in return.