Life without love is like a tree without blossoms or fruit.

Life without love is like a tree without blossoms or fruit.

The flower of kindness will grow. Maybe not now, but it will some day. And in kind that kindness will read more

The flower of kindness will grow. Maybe not now, but it will some day. And in kind that kindness will flow, For kindness grows in this way.

I understand by this passion the union of desire, friendship, and tenderness, which is inflamed by a single female, which read more

I understand by this passion the union of desire, friendship, and tenderness, which is inflamed by a single female, which prefers her to the rest of her sex, and which seeks her possession as the supreme or the sole happiness of our being.

To be able to say how much love, is love but little.

To be able to say how much love, is love but little.

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

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

Life is the flower for which love is the honey.

Life is the flower for which love is the honey.

The force of truth that a statement imparts, then, its prominence among the hordes of recorded observations that I may read more

The force of truth that a statement imparts, then, its prominence among the hordes of recorded observations that I may optionally apply to my own life, depends, in addition to the sense that it is argumentatively defensible, on the sense that someone like me, and someone I like, whose voice is audible and who is at least notionally in the same room with me, does or can possibly hold it to be compellingly true.

Man may dismiss compassion from his heart, but God never will.

Man may dismiss compassion from his heart, but God never will.

Those who love deeply never grow old.

Those who love deeply never grow old.