As if by magic, the love of the many comes with the love of the one.
When the years bring wisdom, one learns to leave many problems to their own working out.
If we could only use other folks' experience, this here world would be heaven in about three generations, but we're so constructed that we never believe fire'll burn till we poke our own fingers into it to see. Other folks' scars don't go no ways at all toward convincin' us.
Home is a place where we all do as we please - usually regardless of the others.
Nothing in the world was ever built without a dream at the beginning.
... the song of the world is all of love.