Love is a springtime plant that perfumes everything with its hope, even the ruins to which it clings.

Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.

If you can learn to love yourself and all the flaws, you can love other people so much better. And that makes you so happy.

Self-love is the source of all our other loves.

Looking back, I have this to regret, that too often when I loved, I did not say so.

A kiss is a rosy dot over the 'i' of loving.

The moment you have in your heart this extraordinary thing called love and feel the depth, the delight, the ecstasy of it, you will discover that for you the world is transformed.

The art of love is largely the art of persistence.

A part of kindness consists in loving people more than they deserve.

There's no bad consequence to loving fully, with all your heart. You always gain by giving love.