A loving heart is the truest wisdom.

Love is always being given where it is not required.

Love built on beauty, soon as beauty, dies.

Love is life. And if you miss love, you miss life.

Pursue some path, however narrow and crooked, in which you can walk with love and reverence.

When we lose one we love, our bitterest tears are called forth by the memory of hours when we loved not enough.

Love yourself first and everything else falls into line. You really have to love yourself to get anything done in this world.

Joy is a net of love by which you can catch souls.

Love does not begin and end the way we seem to think it does. Love is a battle, love is a war love is a growing up.

I have found the paradox, that if you love until it hurts, there can be no more hurt, only more love.