1169
Love is the only passion that justifies a perpetual hyperbole, i. e., poetic exaggeration.
—Bacon.
1170
There is an atmosphere in the letters of those we love which we alone—we who love—can feel.
1171
LIFE WITHOUT LOVE.
Life without love is like day without sunshine,
Roses bereft of sweet nature's perfume;
Love is the guide mark to those who are weary
Of waiting and watching in darkness and gloom.
Love to the heart is like dewdrops to violets
Left on the dust-ridden roadside to die;
Love leads the way to our highest endeavors,
Lightens and lessens the pain of each sigh.
Life without love is like spring without flowers,
Brook-streams that move not, or star-bereft sky;
Love creates efforts most worthy and noble,
Prompts us to live and resigns us to die.