For though we stubbornly cling, believing in our moment of hunger that there is no other possibility of love, we only have to let go of what we want so badly and our life will unfold. For love is everywhere.

As Dostoevski said: 'Love in action is a harsh and dreadful thing compared with love in dreams.

Belief, like love, must be voluntary.

Your life has purpose as long as you dedicate it to love. It's not what we do but who we are that forms our biggest contribution.

There can be no excess to love, none to knowledge, none to beauty.

Now he discovered that secret from which one never quite recovers, that even in the most perfect love one person loves less profoundly than the other. There may be two equally good, equally gifted, equally beautiful, but theremay never be two that love one another equally well.