
The greatest happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved; loved for ourselves, or rather, loved in spite of ourselves.

The heart has its reasons of which reason knows nothing.

Love does not dominate; it cultivates.
The greatest happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved; loved for ourselves, or rather, loved in spite of ourselves.
The heart has its reasons of which reason knows nothing.
Love does not dominate; it cultivates.