Love (n.) is impossible unless first given — Let no man think he is loved by any man, when he loves no man.
Love (n.) belongs to the wise alone, since you can only love what you take to be good, and whoever cannot tell good from bad keeps changing what he loves.
Love (n.) as a passion is easier to pardon than ambition.
Love (n.) as Diogenes practised it: there was no one he did not love, and so no special place was his fatherland — taken by pirates, he got on good terms with them and tried to reform them.
Love (n.) is slavery you would call tyranny if Caesar demanded it: you kissed your pet slave's feet, but to kiss Caesar's would be insolence.
Love (n.) belongs to the wise man alone: whoever cannot tell good from evil, and calls the same thing good one day and bad the next, has no power to love.
Love (n.) for a sick daughter is not what drove the father from her bedside; he left because leaving merely seemed good to him.
Love (n.) should be reined in at its height, like the slave who stands behind a triumphing general to remind him that he is mortal.
Love (n.) between father and son is like puppies tumbling together: throw a hunk of meat between them — an inheritance, a pretty girl — and see how affectionate they are.
Love (n.) for a child or a friend should be held like fondness for a goblet: real, but braced for the day the fragile thing breaks.