Love is agrowing, to full constant light; and his first minute, after noon, is night. Donne, John
Love is a spirit of all compact of fire. Shakespeare, William
Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs, < Shakespeare, William
Love is a driver, bitter and fierce if you fight and resist him, Easy-going enough once you acknowledge his power. Ovid
Love is a canvas furnished by Nature and embroidered by imagination. Voltaire
Love has features which pierce all hearts, he wears a bandage which conceals the faults of those beloved. He has wings, he comes quickly and flies away the same. Voltaire
Love gives itself; it is not bought. Longfellow, Henry Wadsworth
Love does not consist in gazing at each other but in looking outward together in the same direction. de Saint-Exupéry, Antoine
