If you are stone, be magnetic; if a plant, be sensitive; but if you are human be love.

Or, donner la grosse cloche en mariage à Quasimodo, c'était donner Juliette à Roméo.

Love one another dearly, always. Nothing else in the world really matters but that: to love one another.

Love each other well and always. There is nothing else but that in the world: love for each other.

There is love enough in this world for everybody, if people will just look.

I'd long since learned that no difference in viewpoint should ever be allowed to cause the least break in love. Indeed, it cannot, if it's real love. ...But relationships can be kept intact without compromising one's own beliefs. And if we do not keep them intact, but give up and allow the chasm, we're breaking the second greatest commandment.

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.

Trump is many things. He is pampered. He is an immature man. He is a teenager craving unconditional, endless love from everybody.

Love as much as you can from wherever you are.

If we make our goal to live a life of compassion and unconditional love, then the world will indeed become a garden where all kinds of flowers can bloom and grow.

Love doesn't die; the men and women do.

It's Godlike to love man - even in his sin - merely because he's man.