I met on the street a very poor young man who was in love. His hat was old, his coat wras worn, his elbows were in holes; water trickled through his shoes, and the stars through his soul.

When you start having lunch and actually eating, it's already over.

How do you know that love is gone? If you said you would be there by seven, you get there by nine, and he or she has not called the police yet -it's gone.

You gave me wings to fly, then took away my sky.

Love that ends is the shadow of love; true love is without beginning or end.

My motto is 'Love and let love' - with the one stipulation that people who love in glass-houses should breathe on the windows.

Ultimately, love is self approval.

Love is a second life ...

Love is a sweet torment.

Love lightens labor and sweetens sorrow.