"Love is but the discovery of ourselves in others, and the delight in the recognition."
"Happiness never lays its finger on its pulse. If we attempt to steal a glimpse of its features it disappears."
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Source: Alexander Smith (1863). “Dreamthorp: A Book of Essays Written in the Country”, p.60
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