Love is the pass-key to the heart.

It is often a sign of wit not to show it, and not to see that others want it.

Dignity and love do not blend.

For the honest people, relations increase with the years. For the vicious, inconveniences increase. Inconstancy is the defect of vice; the influence of habit is one of the qualities of virtue.

Where love and wisdom drink out of the same cup, in this everyday world, it is the exception.

Love is the pass-key to the heart.

Love is the only possession which we can carry with us beyond the grave.