Love and work are the cornerstones of our humanness.
If I love you, what business is it of yours?
I have decided to stick with love. Hate is too great a burden to bear.
I swear by my life and my love of it that I will never live for the sake of another man, nor ask another man to live for mine.
He whom love touches not walks in darkness
Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet.
Love and compassion are necessities, not luxuries. Without them humanity cannot survive.
Never pretend to a love which you don't actually feel, for love is not ours to command.
Those who intend on becoming great should love neither themselves nor their own things, but only what is just, whether it happens to be done by themselves or others.
The heart will turn to a prune if love is always by the numbers. How will you know if someone really loves you if they only meet your expectations and not your needs?
You know what charm is: a way of getting the answer yes without having asked any clear question.
Close your eyes and I'll kiss you, Tomorrow I'll miss you.
Some people care too much. I think it's called love.
Real love is a permanently self-enlarging experience.
Love is like the wind, you can't see it but you can feel it.
Genuine love is volitional rather than emotional.
The extent of your consciousness is limited only by your ability to love and to embrace with your love the space around you, and all it contains.
Work is love made visible. And if you can't work with love, but only with distaste, it is better that you should leave your work and sit at the gate of the temple and take alms of the people who work with joy
Love doesn't need reason. It speaks from the irrational wisdom of the heart.
Put your hand on a hot stove for a minute, and it seems like an hour. Sit with a pretty girl for an hour, and it seems like a minute. That's relativity.
Marriage brings one into fatal connection with custom and tradition, and traditions and customs are like the wind and weather, altogether incalculable.