Out of five hundred who speak glibly of love, not one can spell the first letter of his name.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
To try to write love is to confront the muck of language: that region of hysteria where language is both too much and too little, excessive and impoverished.
Love is the silent saying and saying of a single name.
I don't give a damn for a man that can only spell a word one way.
There is only one kind of love, but there are a thousand imitations.
I love words because you can only live one life, but in a novel, you can live a thousand: you contain multitudes.
Love in all eight tones and all five semitones of the word's full octave.
So the lover must struggle for words.
Scarcely one person in a thousand is capable of tasting the happiness of others.
He who loves 50 people has 50 woes; he who loves no one has no woes.
Words make love with one another.