Life is the flower for which love is the honey.

Life is the flower for which love is the honey.

Immature love says: "I love you because I need you." Mature love says: "I need you because I love you.".

Immature love says: "I love you because I need you." Mature love says: "I need you because I love you.".

Treasure the love you receive above all. It will survive long after your good health has vanished.

Treasure the love you receive above all. It will survive long after your good health has vanished.

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.

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.

Pleasure is a necessary reciprocal. No one feels, who does not at the same time give it. To be pleased, read more

Pleasure is a necessary reciprocal. No one feels, who does not at the same time give it. To be pleased, one must please. What pleases you in others, will in general please them in you.

That in the beginning when the world was young there were a great many thoughts but no such thing as read more

That in the beginning when the world was young there were a great many thoughts but no such thing as truth. Man made the truths himself and each truth was a composite of a great many vague thoughts. All about in the world were truths and they were all beautiful.

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

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

True, we love life, not because we are used to living, but because we are used to loving. There is read more

True, we love life, not because we are used to living, but because we are used to loving. There is always some madness in love, but there is also always some reason in madness.