Love is a binding force, by which another is joined to me and cherished by myself.

The things that we love tell us what we are.

Love must precede hatred, and nothing is hated save through being contrary to a suitable thing which is loved. And hence it is that every hatred is caused by love.

Love takes up where knowledge leaves off.

Love is the delusion that one woman differs from another.

It is easy for me to love myself, but for ladies to do it is another question altogether.