A god could hardly love and be wise.
Always act in such a way as to secure the love of your neighbour.
I do not love thee, Sabidius, nor can I say why; this only I can say, I do not love thee.
There is a fine circumstance connected with the character of a Cynic,--that he must be beaten like an ass, and yet when beaten must love those who beat him, as the father, as the brother of all.
Love the little trade which thou hast learned, and be content therewith.
Observe always that everything is the result of a change, and get used to thinking that there is nothing Nature loves so well as to change existing forms and to make new ones like them.
"The earth loveth the shower," and "the holy ether knoweth what love is." The Universe, too, loves to create whatsoever is destined to be made.
See how these Christians love one another.
Bias used to say that men ought to calculate life both as if they were fated to live a long and a short time, and that they ought to love one another as if at a future time they would come to hate one another; for that most men were bad.
I sometimes think that never blows so red
The Rose as where some buried Cæsar bled;
That every Hyacinth the Garden wears
Dropt in her Lap from some once lovely Head.
And this I know: whether the one True Light
Kindle to Love, or Wrath-consume me quite,
One Flash of It within the Tavern caught
Better than in the Temple lost outright.
To which we may add this other Aristotelian consideration, that he who confers a benefit on any one loves him better than he is beloved by him again.
I have ever loved to repose myself, whether sitting or lying, with my heels as high or higher than my head.
The world's a stage where God's omnipotence,
His justice, knowledge, love, and providence
Do act the parts.
These lovely lamps, these windows of the soul.
My lovely living boy,
My hope, my hap, my love, my life, my joy.
There is no love lost between us.
There are few people who would not be ashamed of being loved when they love no longer.
True love is like ghosts, which everybody talks about and few have seen.
The love of justice is simply, in the majority of men, the fear of suffering injustice.
Friendship is only a reciprocal conciliation of interests, and an exchange of good offices; it is a species of commerce out of which self-love always expects to gain something.
The pleasure of love is in loving. We are happier in the passion we feel than in that we inspire.
Lovers are never tired of each other, though they always speak of themselves.
We pardon in the degree that we love.
In their first passion women love their lovers, in all the others they love love.