Life is the Incarnation of Love Itself

The faculty of loving is given man at his birth, but the objects on which it can beam, and from which it can recover its warmth, are around him. Place a man in a desert island, and he will look about him for some object which he may love, a parrot or a goat. Enclose him within stone walls, and he will expend his affection on the mice and spiders; even, it may be, on the cold cell itself. The Incarnation is the carrying out of the analogy.
~ Sabine Baring-Gould