Best Thought - What is love?

Those who are capable of humility, of justice, of love, of aspiration, are already on the platform that commands the sciences and arts, speech and poetry, action and grace. For who so dwells in this moral beatitude does already anticipate those special powers which men prize so highly.

Love is the only bow on life's dark cloud.

Love is the only bow on life's dark cloud.

It is the morning and evening star. It shines upon the babe, and sheds its radiance on the quiet tomb.

It is the mother of art, inspirer of poet, patriot and philosopher.

It is the air and light of every heart - builder of every home, kindler of every fire on every hearth.

It was the first to dream of immortality.

It fills the world with melody - for music is the voice of love.

Love is the magician, the enchanter, that changes

Worthless things to joy, and makes right royal kings and queens of common clay.

It is the perfume of that wondrous flower, the heart and without the sacred passion, that divine swoon, we are less than beasts, earth is heaven and we are gods.

Love is transfiguration. It ennobles, purifies and glorifies.

Love is a revelation, a creation. From love the world borrows its beauty, and the heavens their glory. Justice, self-denial, charity and pity are the children of love...

Without love all glory fades, the noble falls from life, art dies, music loses meaning and becomes mere motions of air and virtue ceases to exist.

- Robert Green Ingersoll