Love is not a mere impulse, it must contain truth, which is law.

We love the things we love for what they are.

You've got to love what's lovable, and hate what's hateable. It takes brains to see the difference.

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

Love has earth to which she clings.

Earth's the right place for love. I don't know where it's likely to go better.