"Why did she love him? Curious fool!—be still— Is human love the growth of human will?..."
"On a day — alack the day! — Love, whose month is ever May, Spied a blossom passing fair Playing in the wanton air..."
"Pure divine love is not merely the blossom of a human heart, but has its roots in eternity. Spiritual holy love is immor..."
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