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.

Tis better to have loved and lost Than never to have loved at all.

One cannot be strong without love. For love is not an irrelevant emotion; it is the blood of life, the power of reunion of the separated.

There may be two equally good, equally gifted, equally beautiful, but there may never be two that love one another equally well.

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.