Many men are loved by their enemies, and hated by their friends, and are the friends of their enemies, and the enemies of their friends.
The madness of love is the greatest of heaven's blessings.
No one is a friend to his friend who does not love in return.
I cannot eat, I cannot drink; the pleasures of youth and love are fled away: there was a good time once, but now that is gone, and life is no longer life.
Beauty is certainly a soft, smooth, slippery thing, and therefore of a nature which easily slips in and permeates our souls.
Love is the joy of the good, the wonder of the wise, the amazement of the Gods.
At the touch of love everyone becomes a poet.
If a man can be properly said to love something, it must be clear that he feels affection for it as a whole, and does not love part of it to the exclusion of the rest.
He whose desires are strong in one direction will have them weaker in others.
Those who intend on becoming great should love neither themselves nor their own things, but only what is just, whether it happens to be done by themselves or others.
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