We've got this gift of love, but love is like a precious plant. You can't just accept it and leave it in the cupboard or just think it's going to get on by itself. You've got to keep watering it. You've got to really look after it and nurture it.

Love is the only reality and it is not a mere sentiment. It is the ultimate truth that lies at the heart of creation.

Love remains a secret even when spoken, for only a true lover truly knows that he is loved.

The meaning of this is, that whomsoever we love, in him we find our own soul in the highest sense. The final truth of our existence lies in this. God, the Supreme Soul, is in me, as well as in my son, and my joy in my son is the realisation of this truth.

Let the dead have the immortality of fame, but the living the immortality of love.

Love is an endless mystery, for it has nothing else to explain it.