Since love grows within you, so beauty grows. For love is the beauty of the soul.
Another reason why we must love our enemies is that hate scars the soul and distorts the personality.
For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.
Beauty is certainly a soft, smooth, slippery thing, and therefore of a nature which easily slips in and permeates our souls.
Love is when the soul starts to sing and the flowers of your life bloom on their own.
To accomplish great things, we must not only act but also dream, not only plan but also believe.
I went away, dear Agnes, loving you. I stayed away, loving you. I returned home, loving you!
Your silliness makes me laugh and your happiness keeps me smiling. You are the man of my dreams.
If he loved you with all the power of his soul for a whole lifetime, he couldn’t love you as much as I do in a single day.
What greater thing is there for two human souls than to feel that they are joined to strengthen each other and to be at one with each other in silent unspeakable memories.