What matter it if a man gaineth the whole world and loseth his own soul?

Love is the only thing you can really give in all this world. When you give love$$$ you give everything.

It is not the brains that matter most$$$ but that which guides them — the character$$$ the heart$$$ generous qualities$$$ progressive ideas.

The more I love mankind as a whole$$$ the less I love man in particular.

A friend is a gift you give yourself.

We can shoot rockets into space but we can't cure anger or discontent.

Love built on beauty$$$ soon as beauty$$$ dies.

Come live with me$$$ and be my love$$$<br/>And we will some new pleasures prove<br/>Of golden sands$$$ and crystal brooks$$$<br/>With silken lines$$$ and silver hooks.

The world is weary of statesmen whom democracy has degraded into politicians.

Why can't there be love that never gets tired?