“Like a silkworm weaving her house with love from her marrow, and dying in her body's threads.”

O God, if I worship You for fear of Hell, burn me in Hell; if I worship You in hope of Paradise, exclude me from Paradise.

My love, do not ask of me the love I once had for you.

I have decided to stick with love. Hate is too great a burden to bear.

Let me say, at the risk of seeming ridiculous, that the true revolutionary is guided by great feelings of love.

Lovers don't finally meet somewhere. They're in each other all along.

It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife.

What is done out of love always takes place beyond good and evil.

Love is an endless mystery, for it has nothing else to explain it.