This is one of the miracles of love: It gives a power of seeing through its own enchantments and yet not being disenchanted.
Among those whom I like or admire, I can find no common denominator, but among those whom I love, I can: all of them make me laugh.
Show me your hands. Do they have scars from giving? Show me your feet. Are they wounded in service? Show me your heart. Have you left a place for divine love?