Without love everything is in vain.
Without jealousy, love would wither.
Without bread and wine even love will pine.
Who travels for love finds a thousand miles not longer than one.
Who loves with his heart sees from a distance.
Who lends his lips to nought but blame, has in his heart no love of fame.
Whilst the nurse suckles, we love her; when she is of no further use, she is forgotten.
Whilst kicking and biting, love develops.
Where there is equality there never can be perfect love.