The sweetest joy, the wildest woe is love.

The sweetest joy, the wildest woe is love.

Love conquers all, and let us yield to it. —Omnia vincit amor, et nos cedamus amori

Love conquers all, and let us yield to it. —Omnia vincit amor, et nos cedamus amori

Love begins at home, and it is not how much we do... but how much love we put in that read more

Love begins at home, and it is not how much we do... but how much love we put in that action.

Love is not blind - it sees more, not less. But because it sees more, it is willing to see read more

Love is not blind - it sees more, not less. But because it sees more, it is willing to see less.

The fact is that love is of two kinds, one which commands, and one which obeys. The two are quite read more

The fact is that love is of two kinds, one which commands, and one which obeys. The two are quite distinct, and the passion to which the one gives rise is not the passion of the other.

Love is my religion - I could die for it.

Love is my religion - I could die for it.

Love is much nicer to be in than an automobile accident, a tight girdle, a higher tax bracket or a read more

Love is much nicer to be in than an automobile accident, a tight girdle, a higher tax bracket or a holding pattern over Philadelphia.

You yourself, as much as anybody in the entire universe, deserve your love and affection

You yourself, as much as anybody in the entire universe, deserve your love and affection

My heart I fain would ask thee
What then is Love? say on.
"Two souls and one read more

My heart I fain would ask thee
What then is Love? say on.
"Two souls and one thought only
Two hearts that throb as one."
[Ger., Mein Herz ich will dich fragen,
Was ist denn Liebe, sag?
"Zwei Seelen und ein Gedanke,
Zwei Herzen und ein Schlag."