Love does not mean to have, to own, to possess. It means to be had, to be owned, to be possessed. It is the giving of oneself for another. That is why we speak of arrows and darts of love – something that wounds. And the day men forget that love is synonymous with sacrifice, they will ask what kind of God is it who asks for mortification and self-denial. ‘Greater love has no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends.’ --Venerable Archbishop Fulton Sheen, Wartime Prayer Book
