Lovers, forget your love And list to the love of these. She a window flower. And he a winter breeze.

I am able to love my God because He gives me freedom to deny Him.

Love's over brimming mystery joins death and life. It has filled my cup of pain with joy.

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

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.

Love adorns itself; it seeks to prove inward joy by outward beauty.