Love is alone sufficient by itself, it pleases by itself and for it's own sake. It is itself a merit, and itself it's 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 you, I love that I may love.
Saint Bernard (of Clairvaux) (1895). “Cantica Canticorum: Eighty-six Sermons on the Song of Solomon”
