I am too amorous,—yes, I am too much in love with love…
Before I met my husband, I’d never fallen in love. I’d stepped in it a few times.
In this horror of solitude, this need to lose his ego in exterior flesh, which man calls grandly the need for love.
True love is a discipline in which each divines the secret self of the other and refuses to believe in the mere daily self.
Love demands certain things as a right…
For small creatures such as we, the vastness is bearable only through love.
[Victor’s] heart was on the sunny side of love…
Love in action is a harsh and dreadful thing compared with love in dreams.
My opinion of love is, that it acts upon the human heart precisely as a nutmeg-grater acts upon a nutmeg.
Only in love are unity and duality not in conflict.