How insufficient is all wisdom without love.
What avails it that another loves you, if he does not understand you? Such love is a curse.
Love is a thirst that is never slaked.
Our life without love is coke and ashes.
It is strange that men will talk of miracles, revelation, inspiration, and the like, as things past, while love remains.
Ignorance and bungling with love are better than wisdom and skill without.
Till we have loved we have not imagined the heights of love.
The heart is forever inexperienced.
The violence of love is as much to be dreaded as that of hate.
The obstacles which the heart meets with are like granite blocks which one alone can not move.