You must get your living by loving, or at least half your life is a failure.

Young love is a flame; very pretty, often very hot and fierce, but still only light and flickering. The love of the older and disciplined heart is as coals, deep-burning, unquenchable.

A woman who could always love would never grow old; and the love of mother and wife would often give or preserve many charms if it were not too often combined with parental and conjugal anger. There remains in the face of women who are naturally serene and peaceful, and of those rendered so by religion, an after-spring, and later an after-summer, the reflex of their most beautiful bloom.

When one is in love, one always begins by deceiving one's self, and one always ends by deceiving others. That is what the world calls a romance.

Love is like an hourglass, with the heart filling up as the brain empties.

The spiritualization of sensuality is called love: it is a great triumph over Christianity.

Love is the joy of the good, the wonder of the wise, the amazement of the Gods.

Love seeketh not itself to please, nor for itself hath any care, but for another gives its ease, and builds a Heaven in Hell's despair.

If you had it all to do over, would you fall in love with yourself again?

A good marriage winds up as a meeting of minds, which had better be pretty good to start with.