Love is a medicine for the sickness of the world; a prescription often given, too rarely taken.
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.
Love is not enough. It must be the foundation, the cornerstone-but not the complete structure. It is much too pliable, too yielding.
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.