For one human being to love another: that is perhaps the most difficult of our tasks; the ultimate, the last read more

For one human being to love another: that is perhaps the most difficult of our tasks; the ultimate, the last test and proof, the work for which all other work is but preparation.

Love is the flower of life, and blossoms unexpectedly and without law, and must be plucked where it is found, read more

Love is the flower of life, and blossoms unexpectedly and without law, and must be plucked where it is found, and enjoyed for the brief hour of its duration.

The way to love anything is to realize that it might be lost.

The way to love anything is to realize that it might be lost.

Marriage is our last, best chance to grow up.

Marriage is our last, best chance to grow up.

Before marriage a man yearns for a woman. Afterward the "y" is silent.

Before marriage a man yearns for a woman. Afterward the "y" is silent.

Marriage is a matter of give and take, but so far I haven't been able to find anybody who'll take read more

Marriage is a matter of give and take, but so far I haven't been able to find anybody who'll take what I have to give.

If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am only a resounding read more

If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. {2} If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. {3} If I give all I possess to the poor and surrender my body to the flames, but have not love, I gain nothing. {4} Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. {5} It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. {6} Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. {7} It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. {8} Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away. {9} For we know in part and we prophesy in part, {10} but when perfection comes, the imperfect disappears. {11} When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put childish ways behind me. {12} Now we see but a poor reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known. {13} And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.

Strange that the vanity which accompanies beauty --excusable, perhaps, when there is such great beauty, or at any rate understandable read more

Strange that the vanity which accompanies beauty --excusable, perhaps, when there is such great beauty, or at any rate understandable --should persist after the beauty was gone.

Love is like the measles. The older you get it, the worse the attack.

Love is like the measles. The older you get it, the worse the attack.