Love is a portion of the soul itself, and it is of the same nature as the celestial breathing of the atmosphere of paradise.

To love is to act.

What Is Love? I have met in the streets a very poor young man who was in love. His hat was old, his coat worn, the water passed through his shoes and the stars through his soul

Love is jealous, and ingenious in self-torture in proportion as it is pure and intense.

The most powerful symptom of love is a tenderness which becomes at times almost insupportable.

An intelligent hell would be better than a stupid paradise.