Those who help don't know loneliness or unhappiness
I have met in history since I was a man many winners whose faces I found hideous. Because I read hatred and loneliness in them. They were nothing when they were not winners. To be, they had to kill and enslave. But there is a race of men who helps us breathe, who has not found existence and freedom but in freedom and happiness of all, and who can therefore find, even in defeat, reasons for living and loving. These men, even defeated, will never be alone.
We do not love people so much for the good they have done us, as for the good we do them.
Love does not consist of gazing at each other, but in looking outward together in the same direction.
It is not a lack of love, but a lack of friendship that makes unhappy marriages.