Woe, alas, to those who have loved only bodies, forms, appearances! Death will rob them of everything. Try to love souls, you will find them again.

Love each other dearly always. There is scarcely anything else in the world but that: to love one another.

To love or to have loved, that is enough. Ask nothing further.

God can add nothing to the happiness of those who love, except to give them endless duration. After a life of love, an eternity of love is, in fact, an augmentation; but to increase in intensity even the ineffable felicity which love bestows on the soul even in this world, is impossible, even to God. God is the plenitude of heaven; love is the plenitude of man.

The reduction of the universe to a single being, the expansion of a single being even to God, that is love.

God can add nothing to the happiness of those who love, except to give them endless duration.

Do what you will, you cannot annihilate that eternal relic in the heart of man, love.

Loving is half of believing.

I still don't understand anything- exept that somehow I know that You are love. And that in my heart has been so great a love for Christy as I did not know could exist on this earth. You, God, must be responsible. You must have put it there. So what do I do with it now?

When you heart is ablaze with the love of God, when you love other people - especially the ripsnorting sinners - so much that you dare to tell them about Jesus with no apologies, then never fear, there will be results.

It's never too late. We've come around to a better way of life with showing love and giving love. That's what matters.

The work so performed is both remarkable and singular. It is a great work of love.