To an ordinary human being, love means nothing if it does not mean loving some people more than others.

The sun's gone dim, and the moon's gone black. For I loved him, and he didn't love back

I was always sweet, at first. Oh, it's so easy to be sweet to people before you love them.

Four be the things I'd have been better without: love, curiosity, freckles and doubt.

There is not enough love and goodness in the world to permit giving any of it away to imaginary beings.

Love is anterior to life, posterior to death, initial of creation, and the exponent of breath.