Infinite love is the only truth. Everything else is illusion.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
True love is eternal, infinite, and always like itself. It is equal and pure, without violent demonstrations: it is seen with white hairs and is always young in the heart.
Love is the only reality and it is not a mere sentiment. It is the ultimate truth that lies at the heart of creation.
If a thing loves, it is infinite.
Love cannot long survive without truth. Nor is truth really truth unless it is integrated with love.
There is no truth. There is only perception.
Love is an endless mystery, for it has nothing else to explain it.
Truth is handsomer than the affectation of love. Your goodness must have some edge to it, else it is none.
Love can sometimes be magic. But magic can sometimes... just be an illusion.
Truth is eternal, unchanging, though circumstances may and do operate to give a different colour to it, in our view, at different times. And truth will prevail, and those who do not yield to it must be destroyed by it.
Love is the child of illusion and the parent of disillusion.