I loved him as we always love for the first time; with idolatry and wild passion.

Anyone who seeks to destroy the passions instead of controlling them is trying to play the angel.

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.

Love is a canvas furnished by nature and embroidered by imagination.

It is not love that should be depicted as blind, but self-love.

She blushed and so did he. She greeted him in a faltering voice, and he spoke to her without knowing what he was saying.