Love is a hole in the heart.

Love is the magician that pulls man out of his own hat.

He was in love with life as an ant on a summer blade of grass

A man nearly always loves for other reasons than he thinks. A lover is apt to be as full of secrets from himself as is the object of his love from him.

Love is space and time measured by the heart.

Love and magic have a great deal in common. They enrich the soul, delight the heart. And they both take practice.