Another reason why we must love our enemies is that hate scars the soul and distorts the personality.
Many men are loved by their enemies, and hated by their friends, and are the friends of their enemies, and the enemies of their friends.
Since love grows within you, so beauty grows. For love is the beauty of the soul.
It is better to be hated for what you are than loved for what you are not.
By its very nature, hate destroys and tears down; by its very nature, love creates and builds up.
For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.
I believe love produces a certain flowering of the whole personality which nothing else can achieve.
Beauty is certainly a soft, smooth, slippery thing, and therefore of a nature which easily slips in and permeates our souls.
Love is when the soul starts to sing and the flowers of your life bloom on their own.
If he loved you with all the power of his soul for a whole lifetime, he couldn’t love you as much as I do in a single day.
What greater thing is there for two human souls than to feel that they are joined to strengthen each other and to be at one with each other in silent unspeakable memories.