I saw a drama on TV today in which a patient of cancer was about to commit suicide when he met a girl and fell in love, and then he no longer wanted to die. Later in the drama he said to the girl, 'Before meeting you, my life was purposeless; now it has a meaning.' And this simple sentence [though very common in stories as well] always effects me greatly. Perhaps because some time back in the past, when i was going through a severe phase of existential angst, and i felt as if there was nothing in life worth living for, it was the sense of love which gave me a direction, a purpose, a will to live. The warm emotion of love is the only antidote to the cosmic loneliness faced by man in this world.

If this life is worth living, it is not for God, it is not for country, it is not for honour, it is for love.