When love is not madness, it is not love
A kiss is a lovely trick designed by nature to stop speech when words become superfluous.
First love is only a little foolishness and a lot of curiosity.
Only in love are unity and duality not in conflict.
Friendship often ends in love; but love in friendship - never.
Love is a canvas furnished by nature and embroidered by imagination.
If you press me to say why I loved him, I can say no more than because he was he, and I was I.
Immature love says: 'I love you because I need you.' Mature love says 'I need you because I love you.'
A hundred hearts would be too few to carry all my love for you.
A kiss is a lovely trick designed by nature to stop speech when words become superfluous.
First love is only a little foolishness and a lot of curiosity.
Only in love are unity and duality not in conflict.
Friendship often ends in love; but love in friendship - never.
Love is a canvas furnished by nature and embroidered by imagination.
If you press me to say why I loved him, I can say no more than because he was he, and I was I.
Immature love says: 'I love you because I need you.' Mature love says 'I need you because I love you.'
A hundred hearts would be too few to carry all my love for you.
