Love, with very young people, is a heartless business. We drink at that age from thirst, or to get drunk; it is only later in life that we occupy ourselves with the individuality of our wine.

With love one can live even without happiness.

Love joins and then divides. How else would we be growing?

Love, the itch, and a cough cannot be hid.

What is first love worth, except to prepare for a second? What does second love bring? Only regret for the first.

The supreme happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved.

The pleasure of love is in loving, and we are made happier by the passion that we experience than by that which we inspire.

What the bloom is on fruit, the charm of novelty is to love; it imparts a lustre which is easily effaced and which never returns.

Love should be practiced like Lent, secretly and dumbly.

There is no harvest for the heart alone; The seed of love must be Eternally Resown.