Tell the truth. Sing with passion. Work with laughter. Love with heart. 'Cause that's all that matters in the end.

If so many men so many minds certainly so many hearts so many kinds of love.

The love of a mother is the veil of a softer light between the heart and the heavenly Father.

There is a courtesy of the heart it is allied to love. From its springs the purest courtesy in the outward behavior.

True love is eternal infinite and always like itself. It is equal and pure without violent demonstrations: it is seen with white hairs and is always young in the heart.

Authenticity is the alignment of head mouth heart and feet - thinking saying feeling and doing the same thing - consistently. This builds trust and followers love leaders they can trust.

Love cannot endure indifference. It needs to be wanted. Like a lamp it needs to be fed out of the oil of another's heart or its flame burns low.

A bell's not a bell 'til you ring it A song's not a song 'til you sing it Love in your heart wasn't put there to stay Love isn't love 'til you give it away!

Love has features which pierce all hearts he wears a bandage which conceals the faults of those beloved. He has wings he comes quickly and flies away the same.

Young love is a flame very pretty often very hot and fierce but still only light and flickering. The love of the older and disciplined heart is as coals deep-burning unquenchable.