Love has no age as it is always renewing itself.
When one does not love too much, one does not love enough.
Nature imitates herself. A grain thrown into good ground brings forth fruit; a principle thrown into a good mind brings forth fruit. Everything is created and conducted by the same Master-the root, the branch, the fruits-the principles, the consequences.
We never love a person, but only qualities.
What are our natural principles but principles of custom?
We must kill them in war, just because they live beyond the river. If they lived on this side, we would be called murderers.