Love you will find only where you may show yourself weak without provoking strength.

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

O, thou art fairer than the evening air clad in the beauty of a thousand stars.

Love is a mutual self-giving which ends in self-recovery.

To love for the sake of being loved is human, but to love for the sake of loving is angelic.