To love means to give, and to give means to build, while to hate is to destroy.

There is a warning love sends and the cost of it is never written till long afterward.

If thou rememb'rest not the slightest folly That ever love did make thee run into, Thou hast not loved.

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind; And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.

Love sought is good, but given unsought, is better.

Loves best habit is a soothing tongue.

The course of true love never did run smooth.

Love remains a secret even when spoken, for only a lover truly knows that he is loved.

Love is an endless mystery, for it has nothing else to explain it.

We must try to love one another... The terrible and beautiful sentence, the last, the final wisdom that the earth can give, is remembered at the end, is spoken too late, wearily. It stands there, awful and untraduced, above the dusty racket of our lives. No forgetting, no forgiving, no denying, no explaining, no hating.