In every living thing there is the desire for love. 
The course of true love never did run smooth. 
Love is the hardest habit to break, and the most difficult to satisfy.
What we have once enjoyed we can never lose. All that we love deeply becomes a part of us. 
Most of us who turn to any subject we love remember some morning or evening hour when we got on a high stool to reach down an untried volume, or sat with parted lips listening to a new talker, or for very lack of books began to listen to the voices within, as the first traceable beginning of our love. 
Life is the flower for which love is the honey. 
Kindness in words creates confidence. Kindness in thinking creates profoundness. Kindness in giving creates love. 
To love another person is to see the face of God. 
The love we give away is the only love we keep.