Love is love's reward.—Dryden.
The violence of love is as much to be dreaded as that of hate. When it is durable, it is serene and equable. Even its famous pains begin only with the ebb of love, for few are indeed lovers, though all would fain be.—Thoreau.
Love makes all things possible.—Shakespeare.
Economy in love is peace to nature, much like economy in worldly matters; we should be prudent, never love too fast; profusion will not, cannot, always last.—Peter Pindar. (John W. Wolcott.)
There is no fear in love, for perfect love casteth out fear.—Bible.
O love! thy essence is thy purity! Breathe one unhallowed breath upon thy flame and it is gone for ever, and but leaves a sullied vase,—its pure light lost in shame.—Landor.
The pale complexion of true love.—Shakespeare.
Love has no middle term; it either saves or destroys.—Victor Hugo.
Young love is a flame; very pretty, often very hot and fierce, but still only light and flickering. The love of the older and disciplined heart is as coals, deep-burning, unquenchable.—Beecher.
In love's war, he who flies is conqueror.—Mrs. Osgood.