All the splendor of color and harmony, all rhythm has its high point in love. Love is the heartbeat of life. It is born out of the fullness of life, its exuberance and joy, and is begotten in strength. It is the superabundance of life, and only that life is living which is capable of exuberance. That life is love which has within it overflowing life.
Love is the spirit's rejoicing in what is real.
This power of unfolding life in love is the highest activity, the supreme joy in creating, the creative power in the unfolding of all energies. Just as in flowers and birds, so also in men, the times of love are times when body and soul are penetrated by the spirit, times of activity and heightened powers. When love comes to the one for whom it is destined, it will take hold of him and lead him to the full expansion of his powers, thus making him fit for work within the community of men. But only he can love who himself stands firmly on his feet. Weaklings are poor lovers.