'Tis love that makes our willing feet
In swift obedience move.
When, free from envy, scorn, and pride,
Our wishes all above,
Each can his brother's failing hide,
And show a brother's love!
Love is the golden chain that binds
The happy souls above;
And he's an heir of heaven that finds
His bosom glow with love.—Selected
"Cultivate a spirit of love," counsels Rowland Hill. "Love is the diamond among the jewels of the believer's breastplate. The other graces shine like the precious stones of nature with their own peculiar lustre and various hues, but the diamond is white. Now in white all the colors are united; so in love is centered every other grace and virtue. "Love is the fulfilling of the Law."—Selected
"That your love may abound ... in all discernment" (Phil. 1:9, literal translation).
Lack of discernment often accounts for the failure of those in the pew to realize the full import of unsound teaching from the pulpit.
A brilliant modernistic preacher, who had pleased his audience with flowery oratory and beautiful perorations, as he discoursed glibly of the importance of breadth of view and the danger of bigoted opinions, was bidding farewell to his congregation as he was about to leave them for a new parish. One of his young men approached him and said, "Pastor, I am so sorry we are losing you. Before you came I was one who did not care for God, man, or the devil, but through your delightful sermons, I have learned to love them all!" This is mere sentimentality—not discerning love.
Love is an insane desire on the part of a chump to pay a woman's board-bill for life.
MR. SLIMPURSE—"But why do you insist that our daughter should marry a man whom she does not like? You married for love, didn't you?"
MRS. SLIMPURSE—"Yes; but that is no reason why I should let our daughter make the same blunder."
MAUDE—"Jack is telling around that you are worth your weight in gold."
ETHEL—"The foolish boy. Who is he telling it to?"
RICH MAN—"Would you love my daughter just as much if she had no money?"
RICH MAN—"That's sufficient. I don't want any idiots in this family."
'Tis better to have lived and loved
Than never to have lived at all.—Judge.
May we have those in our arms that we love in our hearts.
Here's to love, the only fire against which there is no insurance.
Here's to those that I love;
Here's to those who love me;
Here's to those who love those that I love.
Here's to those who love those who love me.
It is best to love wisely, no doubt; but to love foolishly is better than not to be able to love at all.—Thackeray.
Mysterious love, uncertain treasure,
Hast thou more of pain or pleasure!
Endless torments dwell about thee:
Yet who would live, and live without thee!—Addison.
O, love, love, love!
Love is like a dizziness;
It winna let a poor body
Gang about his biziness!—Hogg.
Let the man who does not wish to be idle, fall in love.—Ovid.
The philosopher calmly defined the exact difference between life and love:
"Life is just one fool thing after another: love is just two fool things after each other."
The little girl came in tears to her mother.
"God doesn't love me," she sobbed.
"Of course, God loves you," the mother declared. "How did you ever come to get such an idea?"
"No," the child persisted, "He doesn't love me. I know—I tried Him with a daisy."