Love is trembling happiness.
In order to create there must be a dynamic force, and what force is more potent than love?
Since love grows within you, so beauty grows. For love is the beauty of the soul.
One cannot divine nor forecast the conditions that will make happiness; one only stumbles upon them by chance, in a lucky hour, at the world's end somewhere, and hold fast to the days, as to fortune or fame.
Love is not enough. It must be the foundation, the cornerstone-but not the complete structure. It is much too pliable, too yielding.
When one door of happiness closes, another opens; but often we look so long at the closed door that we do not see the one which has been opened for us.
Love is but the discovery of ourselves in others, and the delight in the recognition.
Love is the condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own.
Love is a perfume you cannot pour onto others without getting a few drops on yourself.
Love is our true destiny. We do not find the meaning of life by ourselves alone - we find it with another.