Love isn't an emotion or an instinct - it's an art.

My parents shared not only an improbable love, they shared an abiding faith in the possibilities of this nation. They would give me an African name, Barack, or blessed, believing that in a tolerant America your name is no barrier to success.

Love: A temporary insanity curable by marriage.

Hate is only a form love that hasn't found a way to express itself logically.

I met in the street a very poor young man who was in love. His hat was old, his coat worn, his cloak was out at the elbows, the water passed through his shoes, - and the stars through his soul.