Love is the flower you've got to let grow.

True love is like ghosts, which everyone talks about and few have seen.

The hours I spend with you I look upon as sort of a perfumed garden, a dim twilight, and a fountain singing to it. You and you alone make me feel that I am alive. Other men it is said have seen angels, but I have seen thee and thou art enough.

All love shifts and changes. I don't know if you can be wholeheartedly in love all the time.

Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.