A babe in the house is a well-spring of pleasure, a messenger of peace and love, a resting place for innocence on earth, a link between angels and men.

Why had peace given place so soon to turmoil? To two separate solitudes? Because peace had been without thought? Without...integrity?
How could she have felt like that without love?
Was love essential?
Did it even exist - the love she had dreamed of her life?
If it did, it was too late now for her to find it.
Must she make do with this instead, then?
Only this?
Pleasure without love?

God, from a beautiful necessity, is Love.

We do not want riches, we want peace and love.

Be the peace you would like to see in the world.

The hippies wanted peace and love. We wanted Ferraris, blondes and switchblades.