Mothers are the people who love us for no good reason. And those of us who are mothers know it's the most exquisite love of all.

So long as we love we serve so long as we are loved by others I should say that we are almost indispensable and no man is useless while he has a friend.

The more I think about it the more I realize there is nothing more artistic than to love others.

If a person loves only one other person and is indifferent to all others his love is not love but a symbiotic attachment or an enlarged egotism.

Those whom we can love we can hate to others we are indifferent.

A heart is not judged by how much you love but by how much you are loved by others.

A father may turn his back on his child brothers and sisters may become inveterate enemies husbands may desert their wives wives their husbands. But a mother's love endures through all.

Anxiety is love's greatest killer. It makes others feel as you might when a drowning man holds on to you. You want to save him but you know he will strangle you with his panic.

What does love look like? It has the hands to help others. It has the feet to hasten to the poor and needy. It has eyes to see misery and want. It has the ears to hear the sighs and sorrows of men. That is what love looks like.

Love one another and help others to rise to the higher levels simply by pouring out love. Love is infectious and the greatest healing energy.