To each of us himself is the centre of the visible universe. But when love comes it alters this Ptolemaic theory. Yet,
It is a significant fact that love, which, more than any other thing in this world, is the great bringer-together of hearts, begins its mysterious work as a separator and puter-at-a-distance. For
When love first dawns in the breast of youth, it throws about its object a sacred aureole, which awes at the same time that it inspires the faithful worshipper.
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Can only two walk abreast in the path of love? How many try to widen that strait and narrow way!
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Love raises everything to a higher plane; but nothing higher than the man or woman who is loved.
Is there anything about which love does not shed a halo? Indeed,
Love is a sort of transfiguration. And when on the mount, we can very truly say, "It is good for us to be here".
If there is any sublunary thing equal in value to the true love of a faithful woman, it has not yet entered into the heart of man to conceive.