Love is energy of life.

Love is a fruit in season at all times, and within reach of every hand.

Life is the flower for which love is the honey.

There is no disguise which can hide love for long where it exists, or simulate it where it does not.

Love is an act of endless forgiveness, a tender look which becomes a habit.

There is no limit to the power of loving.

The hunger for love is much more difficult to remove than the hunger for bread.

When the power of love overcomes the love of power the world will know peace.

Looking back, I have this to regret, that too often when I loved, I did not say so.

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