Your words are my food, your breath my wine. You are everything to me.

The fact is that love is of two kinds, one which commands, and one which obeys. The two are quite distinct, and the passion to which the one gives rise is not the passion of the other.

Love is only a dirty trick played on us to achieve continuation of the species.

Down on your knees, and thank heaven, fasting, for a good man's love.

Love takes up where knowledge leaves off.