Amo, amas, I love a lass,
As a cedar tall and slender;
Sweet cowslip's grace
Is her nominative case,
And she's of the feminine gender.

To an ordinary human being,
love means nothing if it does not mean
loving some people more than others.

Love is a kind of warfare.



A lover fears all that he believes.



Love is a believing creature.

The heart is not judged by how much you love,
but by how much you are loved by others.