Would that love could remain ever in bud!
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To some love comes like a flash; to others as the burning of tinder.
In all, when real love is kindled, it devours all that is combustible.
But
All love, like all fire, needs, not only ventilation but replenishing:
Unless the primal spark is nourished, it will not glow;
Stifle love, and it dies down. So
Even the love of a married pair, unless it retains something of the romance of courtship, is apt to go out.
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Love takes no though of surroundings: an empty compartment is as good as a coppice. Give it privacy, it is satisfied.