In love the paradox occurs that two beings become one and yet remain two.

Everything is clearer when you're in love.

The fact is that love is of two kinds, one which commands, and one which obeys. The two are quite distinct, and the passion to which the one gives rise is not the passion of the other.

Who loves, raves.

Love possesses not nor will it be possessed, for love is sufficient unto love.

You don't want to love - your eternal and abnormal craving is to be loved. You aren't positive, you're negative. You absorb, absorb, as if you must fill yourself up with love, because you've got a shortage somewhere.

At the center of non-violence stands the principle of love.

Take away love and our earth is a tomb.

I'm not saying that love always takes you to heaven. Your life can become a nightmare. But that said, it is worth taking the risk.

If thou must love me, let it be for naught except for love's sake only.