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. Love can appear only where life pulses strongly, and when in such a person life comes to its unfolding, all one-sidedness and eccentricity are overcome.
Love is life, an exultant yes to life, an exultant yes to community of life.
That alone is love. When I hate I take something away from myself. Life is a continuous enrichment of existence through the overcoming of all obstacles to life. Life is struggle and overcoming, but life is eternal power and overcoming in the sense that death and killing are overcome by the healing, exuberant force of life which is love. Anyone who believes that he must kill, out of love and solidarity and faithful devotion to the beloved one, destroys by his own act the very object of his enthusiasm and devotion, namely life itself, the community of life.