Love is the word used to label the sexual excitement of the young, the habituation of the middle-aged, and the mutual dependence of the old. Love is when you meet someone who tells you something new about yourself. Sometimes it's a form of love just to talk to somebody that you have nothing in common with and still be fascinated by their presence. One is loved because one is loved. No reason is needed for loving. You will find as you look back upon your life that the moments when you have truly lived are the moments when you have done things in the spirit of love. The fact is that love is of two kinds, one which commands, and one which obeys. The two are quite distinct, and the passion to which the one gives rise is not the passion of the other. The greatest happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved; loved for ourselves, or rather, loved in spite of ourselves.
Edmond Arrey