Love is a fruit in season at all times, and in reach of every hand.

We can do no great things; only small things with great love.

Love is a fruit in season at all times, and within reach of every hand.

I have found the paradox that if I love until it hurts, then there is no hurt, but only more love.

I am a little pencil in the hand of a writing God who is sending a love letter to the world.

Let us always meet each other with smile, for the smile is the beginning of love.