Love is the reason of all Goodness. Goodness is made to produce Love. Goodness is the result of Love. Love is the root of any Goodness. All Good things are made with Love. Comfort is made with Love. Comfort is made to produce Love. Happiness is the Highest Result of Love. Love is to bring Happiness. Happiness can be made only with Goodness and Love. Good People are People of Love. People of Love become Good. Love takes little and brings much. The thing that brings much Goodness is Love. There’s no Goodness without Love.

-- Alexander (dalm2000@mail.ru), January 26, 2003

Answers

-- J. F. Gecik (jfgecik@hotmail.com), March 02, 2003.

Alexander, whenever I hear this question, two well-known pieces of literature immediately come to mind:

1 Corinthians 13:1-13

If I speak in the tongues of men and angels, but have not love, I have become sounding brass or a tinkling symbol. And if I have prophecy and know all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have all faith so as to remove mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. And if I dole out all my goods, and if I deliver my body that I may boast but have not love, nothing I am profited. Love is long suffering, love is kind, it is not jealous, love does not boast, it is not inflated. It is not discourteous, it is not selfish, it is not irritable, it does not enumerate the evil. It does not rejoice over the wrong, but rejoices in the truth It covers all things, it has faith for all things, it hopes in all things, it endures in all things. Love never falls in ruins; but whether prophecies, they will be abolished; or tongues, they will cease; or knowledge, it will be superseded. For we know in part and we prophecy in part. But when the perfect comes, the imperfect will be superseded. When I was an infant, I spoke as an infant, I reckoned as an infant; when I became [an adult], I abolished the things of the infant. For now we see through a mirror in an enigma, but then face to face. Now I know in part, but then I shall know as also I was fully known. But now remains faith, hope, love, these three; but the greatest of these is love.

Sonnet 116 (William Shakespeare)

Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove. O no, it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wand'ring bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

-- Ed Lauzon (grader@accglobal.net), March 07, 2003.

Ed,

Thank you for sharing those... Two of my absolute favorites (among many - I majored in English Lit)! They're both very well known to me and I'm grateful for the chance to revisit them today. An unexpected treat of the highest order. I'm moved (and smiling big).

Thanks again.

-- Greg Adas (gadas@familink.com), March 07, 2003.

What is love? ...

Love is the one English word that cannot be described nor explained. It's something that has to be experienced to be understood. When total and unequivocable love is experienced we then realise that...

Love is beyond words!

(p.s. if I were to attempt to portray my perception of love I would say it's like being wrapped in a warm blanket whilst I drink a cup of my favourite coffee, inside my house on a winters day hmmmmmmm!!!)

-- Sara (Sara@yahoo.com), March 07, 2003.