For true love is inexhaustible; the more you give, the more you

"For true love is inexhaustible; the more you give, the more you have. And if you go to draw at the true fountainhead, the more water you draw, the more abundant is its flow." Thus spoke Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, the aviator, philosopher, and poet of the human heart. These words, like the wings of a bird, lift the soul above the narrow measure of possession and teach that love—when it is pure, when it is true—is not diminished by giving, but magnified. In an age that mistakes taking for strength and hoarding for security, Saint-Exupéry reminds us of a higher law: that love is not a vessel to be drained, but a fountain to be drawn from, and the more one draws, the more it overflows.

Saint-Exupéry, who wrote The Little Prince, lived not only as a writer but as a seeker of meaning in the vast solitude of the skies. He knew what it was to be alone, surrounded by silence and stars, and from that solitude he understood the nature of love—that it is the one force that multiplies in the act of giving. This quote was born not of theory, but of experience. He saw that the human heart, when turned outward in generosity, does not grow weary; it becomes radiant. Like a wellspring fed by hidden waters, true love deepens with each act of compassion, forgiveness, or sacrifice. The more one loves, the more one becomes capable of loving, just as the flame that lights another candle loses none of its brightness.

The fountainhead of which Saint-Exupéry speaks is not found in fleeting emotion or desire, but in the eternal source of the spirit—the divine essence that dwells within every soul. To draw from that fountain is to align oneself with something infinite. Those who love only for what they gain soon find their hearts dry and their affection shallow, for they drink from a cistern of self-interest. But those who love freely—without calculation or fear—tap into a well that never runs dry. The ancients called this agape, the love that gives without seeking reward, that blesses even when unseen, that lives not for itself but for the good of all.

Consider the story of Mother Teresa, who walked among the poorest of the poor in the streets of Calcutta. Her days were filled with suffering, yet her spirit never emptied. The more she gave—her time, her strength, her care—the richer her heart became. Her love, like Saint-Exupéry’s fountain, grew stronger with each act of service. When asked how she could endure so much pain, she answered, “I am only a pencil in the hand of God.” That is the mystery of true love—it does not depend on human endurance alone, but on the divine source that replenishes all who pour themselves out for others.

Saint-Exupéry’s words are also a challenge to the spirit of our time. The world often teaches that giving depletes us, that to love too much is to be weak, that self-preservation is the highest virtue. But he calls us to a nobler vision—that love expands the heart, breaking the walls of ego and fear. To hold back love is to imprison it; to give it is to free it. The miserly soul grows small, but the generous one grows vast, for love is the only treasure that increases by being spent.

And yet, the inexhaustibility of love does not mean recklessness. To give love truly is not to scatter it in every direction without wisdom—it is to root it in truth, humility, and faith. The fountainhead must be pure. If love is tainted by pride or demand, its flow becomes bitter. But if it springs from sincerity—from the quiet strength of the soul—it will refresh all who drink from it. Just as water finds its way to every lowly place, true love seeks the humble heart, and from there it nourishes the world.

So, my listener, take this teaching as a compass for the soul: give love without fear. Do not withhold kindness for fear of scarcity; do not ration compassion as though your heart were a limited store. Each act of love—each forgiveness, each word of gentleness—is a draw from the eternal well, and the more you draw, the clearer and deeper it becomes. When you give, you participate in the divine circulation of life itself.

For true love, as Saint-Exupéry teaches, is the only wealth that multiplies when shared, the only water that grows more abundant the more it is poured. Let your heart become that fountain—flowing freely, blessing all it touches. And when you give without measure, you will discover what he knew in the silence of the skies: that love, once awakened, is endless.