Temple:
The greatest pleasure of life is love.
Goethe:
We are happy and fashioned by what we love.
Helen Keller:
Love . . . is like a beautiful flower which I may not touch,
but whose fragrance makes the garden a place of delight just the same.
Lessing:
Love really, has nothing to do with wisdom experience or logic.
It is the prevailing breeze in the land of youth.
Colton:
It is in love as in war, we are of ten more indebted for success to the weakness of the defense,
than to the energy of the attack; for mere idleness has ruined more woman than pa~,slon;
vanity more than Idleness, and credulity more than either.
Dubay:
It is not decided that women love more than men, but it is indisputable that they love better.
Souths:
Love covers a multitude of sins.
When a scar cannot be taken away, the next kind office is to hide it,
Love is never so blind as when it is to spy faults. It is like the painter, who coming to draw the picture of friend having a blemish in one eye, would picture only the other side of his face.
It is a noble and great thing to cover the blemishes and to excuse the failings of a friend to draw, a curtain before his stains, and to display his perfection's; to bury his weaknesses in silence, but to proclaim his virtues upon the house.
Herbert:
Love, and a cough, cannot be hid.
The greatest pleasure of life is love.
Goethe:
We are happy and fashioned by what we love.
Helen Keller:
Love . . . is like a beautiful flower which I may not touch,
but whose fragrance makes the garden a place of delight just the same.
Lessing:
Love really, has nothing to do with wisdom experience or logic.
It is the prevailing breeze in the land of youth.
Colton:
It is in love as in war, we are of ten more indebted for success to the weakness of the defense,
than to the energy of the attack; for mere idleness has ruined more woman than pa~,slon;
vanity more than Idleness, and credulity more than either.
Dubay:
It is not decided that women love more than men, but it is indisputable that they love better.
Souths:
Love covers a multitude of sins.
When a scar cannot be taken away, the next kind office is to hide it,
Love is never so blind as when it is to spy faults. It is like the painter, who coming to draw the picture of friend having a blemish in one eye, would picture only the other side of his face.
It is a noble and great thing to cover the blemishes and to excuse the failings of a friend to draw, a curtain before his stains, and to display his perfection's; to bury his weaknesses in silence, but to proclaim his virtues upon the house.
Herbert:
Love, and a cough, cannot be hid.
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