We love the things we love for what they are.

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

Love has earth to which she clings.

You've got to love what's lovable, and hate what's hateable. It takes brains to see the difference.

Suddenly, quietly, you realize that - from this moment forth - you will no longer walk through this life alone. Like a new sun this awareness arises within you, freeing you from fear, opening your life. It is the beginning of love, and the end of all that came before.

You don't have to deserve your mother's love. You have to deserve your father's.