"Amore che muove il sole e l'altre stelle."
—Dante
The beginning, middle, and end of love—is a sigh.
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All things point to the infinite; and love more than all things else.
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Complex as is the character of love, here are two things which love always does: always it
"Refines the thoughts
And heart enlarges;"
—Milton
and,
Love dyes all things a cerulean hue. (What a pity it is not a fast color!)
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