"Love is but the discovery of ourselves in others, and the delight in the recognition."
"I go into my library, and all history unrolls before me. I breathe the morning air of the world while the scent of Eden's roses yet lingered in it, while it vibrated only to the world's first brood of nightingales, and to the laugh of Eve. I see the pyramids building; I hear the shoutings of the armies of Alexander."
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Source: Alexander Smith (2012). “Dreamthorp A Book of Essays Written in the Country”, p.221, tredition
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