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Love is not consolation. It is light.
This is the hardest of all: to close the open hand out of love, and keep modest as a giver.
Love matches, so called, have illusion for their father and need for their mother.
What do I care about the purring of one who cannot love, like the cat?
There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness.
There is not enough love and goodness in the world to permit giving any of it away to imaginary beings.
Today I love myself as I love my god: who could charge me with a sin today? I know only sins against my god but who knows my god?
Love is blind friendship closes its eyes.
A pair of powerful spectacles has sometimes sufficed to cure a person in love.
We love life, not because we are used to living but because we are used to loving.