Those who are hardest to love need it the most.
The hottest love has the coldest end.
Two things greater than all the things are. On is love and the other is war.
For once touched by love, everyone becomes a poet.
Does not every man love that which he deems noble and just and good, and hate the opposite of them? People regard the same things, some as just and others as unjust, – about these they dispute; and so there arise wars and fightings among them.
Those who have inherited their fortunes than of those who have acquired them; the makers of fortunes have a second love of money as a creation of their own, resembling the affection of authors for their own poems, or of parents for their children.
As a breath of wind or some echo rebounds from smooth, hard surfaces and returns to the source from which it issued, so the stream of beauty passes back into its possessor through his eyes, which is its natural route to the soul; arriving there and setting him all aflutter, it waters the passages of the feathers and causes the wings to grow, and fills the soul of the loved one in his turn with love.
The makers of fortunes have a second love of money as a creation of their own, resembling the affection of authors for their own poems, or of parents for their children, besides that natural love of it for the sake of use and profit which is common to them and all men. And hence they are very bad company, for they can talk about nothing but the praises of wealth.
Love sees no enemies fear does.
The truth is that we isolate a particular kind of love and appropriate it for the name of love, which really belongs to a wider whole.