Love is the vital essence that pervades and permeates, from the center to the circumference, the graduating circles of all thought and action. Love is the talisman of human weal and woe--the open sesame to every soul.
Women love us for our defects. If we have enough of them, they will forgive us everything, even our intellects.
To love someone is to identify with them.
To love is to commune with another person and to discover in him or her a divine spark.
We must not just be in the world and above the world, but also of the world. To love it for what it is... is the only task. Avoid it and you are lost. Loose yourself in it, and you are free.
A man is already halfway in love with any woman who listens to him.
Hallow the body as a temple to comeliness and sanctify the heart as a sacrifice to love love recompenses the adorers.
Love is patient; love is kind; love is not envious or boastful or arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice in wrongdoing, but rejoices in the truth. It bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.