Most of us remain strangers to ourselves, hiding who we are, and ask other strangers, hiding who they are, to love us.

Love can never grow old. Looks may lose their brown and gold. Cheeks may fade and hollow grow. But the hearts that love will know, never winter's frost and chill, summer's warmth is in them still.

The lover must often say, "I love because I must, because I will it. I love for myself, not for others. I love for the joy it gives me - and incedentally, only - for that joy it gives to others. If they reinforce me it will be good. If they do not, it also will be good, for I will to love."

He who remains calm while those around him panic probably doesn't know what's going on.

Never idealize others. They will never live up to your expectations. Don't over-analyze your relationships. Stop playing games. A growing relationship can only be nurtured by genuineness.

Assume that people are good until you actually and specifically learn differently. And even then, know that they have potential for change and that you can help them out.

The greatest risk is to risk nothing at all