'Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.
'Tis said of love that it sometimes goes, sometimes flies; runs with one, walks gravely with another; turns a third into ice, and sets a fourth in a flame: it wounds one, another it kills: like lightning it begins and ends in the same moment: it makes that fort yield at night which it besieged but in the morning; for there is no force able to resist it.
A coward is incapable of exhibiting love; it is the prerogative of the brave.
A false enchantment can all too easily last a lifetime.
A good marriage winds up as a meeting of minds, which had better be pretty good to start with.
A heart is not judged by how much you love, but by how much you are loved, by others.
A heart that loves is always young.
A life without love in it is like a heap of ashes upon a deserted hearth, with the fire dead, the laughter stilled and the light extinguished.
A love affair with knowledge will never end in heartbreak.
A loving heart is the truest wisdom.
A man falls in love through his eyes, a woman through her ears.
A man has only one escape from his old self: to see a different self in the mirror of some woman's eyes.
A man in love is like a clipped coupon — it's time to cash in.
A man in love mistakes a pimple for a dimple.
A man travels the world over in search of what he needs and returns home to find it.
A pity beyond all telling is hid in the heart of love.
A proof that experience is of no use, is that the end of one love does not prevent us from beginning another.
A supreme love, a motive that gives a sublime rhythm to a woman's life, and exalts habit into partnership with the soul's highest needs, is not to be had where and how she wills.
A temporary insanity curable by marriage.
A woman who could always love would never grow old; and the love of mother and wife would often give or preserve many charms if it were not too often combined with parental and conjugal anger. There remains in the face of women who are naturally serene and peaceful, and of those rendered so by religion, an after-spring, and later an after-summer, the reflex of their most beautiful bloom.