First love is only a little foolishness and a lot of curiosity: no really self-respecting woman would take advantage of read more

First love is only a little foolishness and a lot of curiosity: no really self-respecting woman would take advantage of it.

Where love rules, there is no will to power; and where power predominates, there love is lacking. The one is read more

Where love rules, there is no will to power; and where power predominates, there love is lacking. The one is the shadow of the other.

Love is a language spoken by everyone but understood only by heart.

Love is a language spoken by everyone but understood only by heart.

To fall in love is easy, even to remain in it is not difficult; our human loneliness is cause enough. read more

To fall in love is easy, even to remain in it is not difficult; our human loneliness is cause enough. But is a hard quest worth making to find a comrade through whose steady presence one becomes steadily the person one desires to be.

Love is the delightful interval between meeting a beautiful girl and discovering that she looks like a haddock.

Love is the delightful interval between meeting a beautiful girl and discovering that she looks like a haddock.

To be in love is merely to be in a perpetual state of anesthesia--to mistake an ordinary young man for read more

To be in love is merely to be in a perpetual state of anesthesia--to mistake an ordinary young man for a Greek god or an ordinary young woman for a goddess.

Love, work and knowledge are the wellsprings of our lives, they should also govern it.

Love, work and knowledge are the wellsprings of our lives, they should also govern it.

Love does not consist in gazing at each other but in looking outward together in the same direction.

Love does not consist in gazing at each other but in looking outward together in the same direction.

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height read more

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal Grace. I love thee to the level of everyday's Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. I love thee freely, as men strive for Right; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints, -I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life! - and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.