Hate may be concealed; love never.
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The greater the imaginative altitude of love, the lower the boiling point. But
Love cannot always be kept at high pressure.
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The young think love is the winning-post of life, the old know it is a turn in the course. Nevertheless, it is a fateful turn.
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In love, the imagination plays a very large part. And this may be variously interpreted. Thus,
By man, love is regarded as a sort of sacred religion; by woman, as her every-day morality. The former is the more exhilarating; but the latter is more serviceable. Indeed,
Love and religion are very near akin: both inspire, and both elevate.
And