I began to see what marriage is for. It's to keep people away from each other. Sometimes I think that two people who love each other can be saved from madness only by the things that come between them — children, duties, visits, bores, relations: the things that protect married people from each other.
We do what only lovers can: make a gift out of necessity.
Love is, above all, the gift of oneself.
Love dies only when growth stops.
A part of kindness consists in loving people more than they deserve.
Imagination is at the root of much that passes for love.
Love keeps the cold out better than a cloak.
The richest love is that which submits to the arbitration of time.