The more I think about it, the more I realize there is nothing more artistic than to love others.

My mother's love has always been a sustaining force for our family, and one of my greatest joys is seeing her integrity, her compassion, her intelligence reflected in my daughters.

Love, like a chicken salad or restaurant hash, must be taken with blind faith or it loses its flavor.

So long as we love, we serve so long as we are loved by others, I should say that we are almost indispensable and no man is useless while he has a friend.

True love is eternal, infinite, and always like itself. It is equal and pure, without violent demonstrations: it is seen with white hairs and is always young in the heart.