Love is alone sufficient by itself; it pleases by itself, and for its own sake. It is itself a merit, and itself its own recompense. It seeks neither cause, nor consequences, beyond itself. It is its own fruit, its own object and usefulness. I love, because I love; I love, that I may love.
~ Bernard of Clairvaux
What we love we shall grow to resemble.
~ Bernard of Clairvaux
