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

It is very easy to love alone.

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

Love is a canvas furnished by nature and embroidered by imagination.

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.

Who could refrain that had a heart to love and in that heart courage to make love known?

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

If you want a love message to be heard, it has got to be sent out. To keep a lamp burning, we have to keep putting oil in it.

Be of love a little more careful than of anything.

There is no limit to the power of loving.