There comes a time in the seeker's life when he discovers that he is at once the lover and the beloved.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
The eternal quest of the individual human being is to shatter his loneliness.
The lover of life makes the whole world into his family, just as the lover of the fair sex creates his from all the lovely women he has found, from those that could be found, and those who are impossible to find.
The one who turns his back on the world and its comforts and, sets out on the path that leads to the Beloved has to face countless difficulties. But he brakes them all for the sake of the Beloved.
Pity the selfishness of lovers: it is brief, a forlorn hope; it is impossible.
He who seeks does not find, but he who does not seek will be found.
Love is an adventure and a conquest. It survives and develops, like the universe itself, only by perpetual discovery.
Love seeketh not itself to please, nor for itself hath any care, but for another gives its ease, and builds a Heaven in Hell's despair.
There is something in the unselfish and self-sacrificing love of a brute, which goes directly to the heart of him who has had frequent occasion to test the paltry friendship and gossamer fidelity of mere Man.
What a man takes in by contemplation, that he pours out in love.
The suicide arrives at the conclusion that what he is seeking does not exist; the seeker concludes that what he has not yet looked in the right place.