Perhaps it isn’t love when I say you are what I love the most—you are the knife I turn inside myself, this is love.
Perfect love is the most beautiful of all frustrations because it is more than one can express.
One can love a child, perhaps, more deeply than one can love another adult, but is rash to assume that the child feels any love in return.
On our earth we can only love with suffering and through suffering.[На нашей земле мы истинно можем любить лишь с мучением и только через мучение!]
Nothing truly valuable arises from ambition or from a mere sense of duty; it stems rather from love and devotion towards men and towards objective things.
No one wants to love the ordinary people in us.[Никто не хочет любить в нас обыкновенных людей.]
No one loves a woman because she is handsome or ugly, stupid or clever; we love because we love.
No better way is there to learn to love Nature than to understand Art. It dignifies every flower of the field. And, the boy who sees the thing of beauty which a bird on the wing becomes when transferred to wood or canvas will probably not throw the customary stone.
My heart, have you no wisdom thus to despair? My love, my love, my love, why have you left me alone?
May we so love as never to have occasion to repent of our love!
Man is born passionate of body – but with an innate though secret tendency to the love of Good in his Main-spring of Mind. – But God help us all! – It is at present a sad jar of atoms.
Love will find its way through paths where wolves would fear to prey.
