Early love is frequently ambitions in choosing its object. Love will subsists on wonderfully little hope, but not altogether without it. Guarded with poverty, and guided with love, love utterly subverts the course of nature in making reason give place to sense, and man to woman.

True love hath that excellent nature in it, that it doth transform the very essence of the lover into the thing loved, uniting, and as it were incorporating it with a secret and inward working. To define love is impossible, because no words reach to the strange nature of it: they only know it, which inwardly feel it.

Love, the refiner of invention, who will resist love must either have no wit or put out of his eyes. Can any man resist his creation? Certainly by love we are made, and to love we are made. Love to a yielding heart is a king; but to a resisting, a tyrant. Love, since thou art so changeable in men’s estates, how art thou so constant in their torments?

Love is better than a pair of spectacles to make everything seem greater which is seen through it. Dove and love always go together. I am no player in love. I speak the language of my own heart; and have no prompter but nature.

Affection may exist independent of esteem; nay, the same object may be lovely in one respect, and detestable in another. The mind has a surprising faculty of accommodating, and even attaching itself, in such a manner, by dint of use, to things that are in their own nature disagreeable, and pernicious, that it cannot bear to be delivered from them without reluctance and regret.

Grave people hate Love for the name’s sake. Selfish people hate it for their own, and hypocrites for Heaven’s sake. To say a man is fallen in love, or that he is deeply in love, or up to the ears in love, and sometimes even overhead and ears in it, carries an idiomatical kind of implication, that love is a thing below a man.

As the ancients agree that there are two different and distinct kinds of love, according to the different parts which are affected by it, the brain or the liver, when a man is in love, it behooves him a little to consider which of the two he is fallen into.

What matters it how bad we are, if others can still love us, and we and still love other? There is nothing in life more beautiful than that trancelike quiet dawn which precedes the rising of love in the soul. It may be that the love which is stronger than death has a power sometimes to make itself heard and felt through the walls of out mortality, when it would plead for the defenseless ones it has left behind.

He mistook his desire to be loved for an affectionate disposition. Why should you love an unseen and distant Being more than you do one who you can feel and see, who holds you in his arms, whose heart beats like your own? He who has learned the paramount value of love has taken one step from an Earthly to a spiritual existence.

Cupid is the father of invention. Some cynical Frenchman has said that there are two parties to a love transaction: the one who loves and the other who condescends to be treated. Love will play freaks with men who are silly enough to believe that love is not incompatible with civilization. It is not a great thing in  a man to be turned out of his course by some undefined feeling which he has to a young woman.

Love is as bad as drink when it knocks a man’s courage out of him, and makes him unfit for work, and leaves him to bemoan himself. Never mind love, What is it? The dream of a few weeks. That is all its joy. The disappointment of life is its Nemesis. Who was ever successful in true love? Success in love argues that love is false. True love is always despondent or tragical.