Hell Is The Inability To Love.

If You Are Penitent, You Love. And If You Love You Are Of God. All Things Are Atoned For, All Things Are Saved By Love. If I, A Sinner Even As You Are, Am Tender With You And Have Pity On You, How Much More Will God Have Pity Upon You. Love Is Such A Priceless Treasure That You Can Redeem The Whole World By It, And Cleanse Not Only Your Own Sins But The Sins Of Others.

Talking Nonsense Is Man's Only Privilege That Distinguishes Him From All Other Organisms.

But To Fall In Love Does Not Mean To Love. One Can Fall In Love And Still Hate.

The More I Detest Men Individually The More Ardent Becomes My Love For Humanity.

I Love The Sticky Leaves In Spring, The Blue Sky — That’s All It Is. It’s Not A Matter Of Intellect Or Logic, It’s Loving With One’s Inside, With One’s Stomach.