Love is the child of illusion and the parent of disillusion.

Love is the child of illusion and the parent of disillusion.

Love is much like a wild rose, beautiful and calm, but willing to draw blood in its defense.

Love is much like a wild rose, beautiful and calm, but willing to draw blood in its defense.

As you continue to send out love, the energy returns to you in a regenerating spiral... As love accumulates, it read more

As you continue to send out love, the energy returns to you in a regenerating spiral... As love accumulates, it keeps your system in balance and harmony. Love is the tool, and more love is the end product.

from The Lathe of Heaven Love doesn't just sit there, like a stone; it has to be made, like bread, read more

from The Lathe of Heaven Love doesn't just sit there, like a stone; it has to be made, like bread, remade all the time, made new.

A coward is incapable of exhibiting love; it is the prerogative of the brave.

A coward is incapable of exhibiting love; it is the prerogative of the brave.

Love fails, only when we fail to love.

Love fails, only when we fail to love.

Am I not destroying my enemies when I make friends of them?

Am I not destroying my enemies when I make friends of them?

Food there was none, Shelter there was none but love was there in plenty, Hence I was the richest man read more

Food there was none, Shelter there was none but love was there in plenty, Hence I was the richest man in the world.

Ask not of me, love, what is love?
Ask what is good of God above;
Ask of read more

Ask not of me, love, what is love?
Ask what is good of God above;
Ask of the great sum what is light;
Ask what is darkness of the night;
Ask sin of what may be forgiven;
Ask what is happiness of heaven;
Ask what is folly of the crowd;
Ask what is fashion of the shroud;
Ask what is sweetness of thy kiss;
Ask of thyself what beauty is.