Love is a springtime plant that perfumes everything with its hope, even the ruins to which it clings.

There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness.

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

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

Love begins by taking care of the closest ones - the ones at home.

What love we've given, we'll have forever. What love we fail to give, will be lost for all eternity.

Lord, grant that I might not so much seek to be loved as to love.

There is no scarcity of opportunity to make a living at what you love there's only scarcity of resolve to make it happen.

Love is but the discovery of ourselves in others, and the delight in the recognition.

I love that feeling of being in love, the effect of having butterflies when you wake up in the morning. That is special.