True love is born from understanding.

The course of true love never did run smooth.

The elusive nature of love... it can be such a fleeting thing. You see it there and it's just fluttering and it's gone.

If it meant my love was really true, I'd gladly die and watch over you.

I think... if it is true that there are as many minds as there are heads, then there are as many kinds of love as there are hearts.

So long as the love, even the smallest, of man toward woman is not destroyed, so long is his mind in bondage as the calf that drinks milk is to its mother.