LOVE, FRIENDS SHOW THEIR LOVE IN TIMES OF TROUBLE
Love begins at home, and it is not how much we do... but how much love we put in that action.
When we lose one we love, our bitterest tears are called forth by the memory of hours when we loved not enough.
LOVE, WHEN WE LOVED NOT ENOUGH
For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.
All happiness or unhappiness solely depends upon the quality of the object to which we are attached by love.
LOVE, WHICH WE ARE ATTACHED BY LOVE