爱
You can't go back home to your family, back home to your childhood, back home to romantic love, back home to a young man's dreams of glory and of fame, back home to exile, to escape to Europe and some foreign land, back home to lyricism, to singing just for singing's sake, back home to aestheticism, to one's youthful idea of 'art' and beauty, back home to the ivory tower, back home to places in the country, to the cottage in Bermuda, away from all the strife and conflict of the world, back home to the father you have lost and have been looking for, back home to someone who can help you, save you, ease the burden for you, back home to the old forms and systems of things which once seemed everlasting but which are changing all the time—back home to the escapes of Time and Memory.
At the risk of seeming ridiculous, let me say that the true revolutionary is guided by a great feeling of love.
The true revolutionary is guided by a great feeling of love. It is impossible to think of a genuine revolutionary lacking this quality.
At the risk of seeming ridiculous, let me say that the true revolutionary is guided by a great feeling of love.
The true revolutionary is guided by a great feeling of love.
There is no surprise more magical than the surprise of being loved.
Years of love have been forgot, In the hatred of a minute.
A purpose of human life, no matter who is controlling it, is to love whoever is around to be loved.
A purpose of human life, no matter who is controlling it, is to love whoever is around to be loved.