What most people need to learn in life is how to love people and use things instead of using people and loving things.

First love is only a little foolishness and a lot of curiosity: no really self-respecting woman would take advantage of it.

Is your love for the Lord sufficient to give all your time and talents to his work?

But true love is a durable fire, in the mind ever burning. Never sick, never old, never dead. From itself never turning.

Love is a promise, love is a souvenir, once given never forgotten, never let it disappear.

Yet each man kills the thing he loves from all let this be heard some does it with a bitter look some with a flattering word the coward does it with a kiss the brave man with the sword.

Men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them, but not for love.

True love makes the thought of death frequent, easy, without terrors; it merely becomes the standard of comparison, the price one would pay for many things.

Love is not just looking at each other, it's looking in the same direction.

This is the miracle that happens every time to those who really love; the more they give, the more they possess.