Love is the natural atmosphere of the Soul. Who does not love does not live, but merely exists. Being "in love" is not the same as loving, as being in life is not necessarily living. As a man may walk in his sleep without being conscious of walking, so a man may be in love without loving; for a man can really be in love with only one, whereas he who loves loves all.
But love is not a narrow thing to be given to one person only, but to all men and women and to every living creature; for everything that lives is worthy of love; even though it does not at first sight appear to be so.
Love is the Bread of Life, and they who have once tasted of it consciously know they live only when they love.
Love knows no age; if it did it would not be life, for life is eternal and can know no age. Anything that recognizes age is changeable and perishes; and life never changes, but only its outward garments change. As love is life, so hate is death, which is the absence of life.
Love, it is said, is blind, but love is not blind: it recognizes the good only, and the evil it perceives as unreal and transient, rapidly working its own destruction.
In the hour of love man has become one with God, being clothed in the garments of L God, and seeing with His eyes cannot judge, condemn, or resist evil.
Love is the eye which "sees things in their beauty, sees them in their truth." Nothing is beautiful without love. Reason can only show us facts. But love can reveal to us the expression which they bear. Love turns the reason discovered fact into one of shining beauty.
Who begins to love begins to live. Who cultures love cultures life, cultures God and things Eternal.
They who love cannot fear God, for love cannot fear itself. Who fears God loves it himself but who fears himself loves God.
Love is a virtue, and virtue is its own reward. To those who love—
To the Soul that maketh all.
And where it cometh all things are;
And it cometh everywhere?
—Charles B. Newcomb
—F. D. Maurice