Love is an endless mystery for it has nothing else to explain it.

Unless you love someone nothing else makes any sense.

I feel that there is nothing more truly artistic than to love people.

The more I think about it the more I realize there is nothing more artistic than to love others.

I love you the more in that I believe you had liked me for my own sake and for nothing else.

Love feels no burden thinks nothing of trouble attempts what is above its strength pleads no excuse of impossibility for it thinks all things lawful for itself and all things possible.

You either love or you hate. You live in the middle you get nothing.

Love has nothing to do with what you are expecting to get - only with what you are expecting to give - which is everything.

He who loves flies runs and rejoices he is free and nothing holds him back.

There is always something left to love. And if you ain't learned that you ain't learned nothing.