Kindness in women, not their beauteous looks, Shall win my love.

The lover is moved by the thing loved, as the sense is by that which perceives, and it unites with it and they become one and the same thing... when the lover is united with the beloved it finds rest there; when the burden is laid down there it finds rest.

Lovers, forget your love And list to the love of these. She a window flower. And he a winter breeze.

The real lover is the man who can thrill you by kissing your forehead.

Love remains a secret even when spoken, for only a true lover truly knows that he is loved.

The most beautiful words of love are told in silence for a look.