Love (n.) is an active penetration of the other person and an act of fusion, a union in which one knows the other, knows oneself, knows everybody and 'knows' nothing.
Love (n.) is but of one kind, but there are a thousand different imitations thereof.
Love (n.) is more like hatred than friendship if judged by most of its results.
Love (n.) is inconsistent with prudence... in proportion as love increases, prudence decreases.
Love (n.) is like a fever: We have no more power over the one than the other, either as to its violence or duration.
Love (n.) is like fire in that it cannot subsist without constant impulse... it ceases to live from the moment it ceases to hope or to fear.
Love (n.) is one and the same in the original... but there are a thousand different copies of it.
Love (n.) , as it increases, prudence diminishes.
Love's (n.) constancy is only inconstancy confined to one object.
Love (n.) is a game of cat and mouse. Not to love is in love an infallible means of being loved.
Love (n.) is that to which novelty is much like a bloom is to a fruit. It gives a luster which is easily effaced, but never returns.
Love (n.) is a social construction. Some people would never have fallen in love at all if they had not heard there was such a thing.
Love (n.) is not a rational thing. The mind cannot long play the heart's role.
Love (n.) is not a rational thing. The mind is always the patsy of the heart.
Love (n.) is a thing whereby the more we love someone, the nearer we are to hating them.
Love (n.) is a thing where no disguise can long hide it where it does exist or simulate it for long where it does not.
Love (n.) is nearer vis-a-vis those who hate us than it is toward those who love us more than we wish.
Love (n.) sooner forgives great indiscretions than small infidelities.
Love (n.) , in its early youth, is in love with the lover, and later is in love with love.