Love seems to be as essential as sunlight.
To love rightly is to love what is orderly and beautiful in an educated and disciplined way.
Love does not cause suffering: what causes it is the sense of ownership, which is love's opposite.
Love knows no limit to its endurance, no end to its trust, no fading of its hope; it can outlast anything. Love still stands when all else has fallen.
Love brings to light a lover's noble and hidden qualities - his rare and exceptional traits; it is thus liable to be deceptive of his normal qualities.
We are fated to love one another, we hardly exist outside our love, and we are just animals without it, with a birth and a death and constant fear between. Our love has lifted us up, out of the dreadfulness of merely living.
Mature love is composed and sustaining; a celebration of commitment, companionship, and trust.