I must confess, as the experience of my own soul, that the expectation of loving my friends in heaven principally kindles my love to them while on earth.

Use sin as it will use you; spare it not, for it will not spare you; it is your murderer, and the murderer of the whole world. Use it, therefore, as a murderer should be used; kill it before it kills you; and though it brings you to the grave, as it did your head, it shall not be able to keep you there. You love not death; love not the cause of death.

In every community there is a class of people profoundly dangerous to the rest. I don't mean the criminals. For them we have punitive sanctions. I mean the leaders. Invariably the most dangerous people seek the power. While in the parlors of indignation the right-thinking citizen brings his heart to a boil. In here, the human bosom -- mine, yours, everybody's -- there isn't just one soul. There's a lot of souls. But there are two main ones, the real soul and a pretender soul. Now! Every man realizes that he has to love something or somebody. He feels that he must go outward. 'If thou canst not love, what art thou?' Are you with me?

Man enters and departs his this life crying and weeping. He comes and he leaves in love and ignorance.

Life has neither material nor idealistic secrecy or mystery about it. Life is equal to itself only, hence perceiving its meaning is out of the question... The exaggeration of our mental abilities has given rise to what we perceive as “the problem” of discerning life’s purpose... If it is beyond our powers to disembowel love and beauty - we can only ravish them - it means that they are given to us not for cognition but for reflection. Similarly, the freedom of choice granted to man, a freedom denied the rest of the living species, is man’s task, a duty to exercise and fulfill, not merely an opportune option.

Every part of our personality that we do not love will become hostile to us.

In love one has need of being believed, in friendship of being understood.

The mind has a thousand eyes, and the heart but one; yet the light of a whole life dies when love is done.

The aim and end of prayer is to revere, to recognize and to adore the sovereign majesty of God, through what he is in Himself rather than what he is in regard to us, and rather to love his goodness by the love of that goodness itself than for what it sends us.

Our first and last love is - self-love.

Successful love takes a load off our hearts, and puts it upon our shoulders.

Coquetry is the desire to inspire love without experiencing it yourself.

The appalling thing about war is that it kills all love of truth.

The ability to make love frivolously is the thing which distinguishes human beings from the beasts.

The beginning and the end of love are both marked by embarrassment when the two find themselves alone.

We never love heartily but once, and that is the first time we love.

We perceive when love begins and when it declines by our embarrassment when alone together.

The Cosmos is not dead matter but a living Presence, the soul of man is immortal... the universe is so built and ordered that without any peradventure all things work together for the good of each and all... the foundation principle of the world is what we call love and that the happiness of every one is in the long run absolutely certain.

All true love is founded on esteem.

When we can't have what we love we must love what we have.