"Love is but the discovery of ourselves in others, and the delight in the recognition."
"My garden, with its silence and pulses of fragrance that come and go on the airy undulations, affects me like sweet music. Care stops at the gates, and gazes at me wistfully through the bars."
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Source: Alexander Smith (2012). “Dreamthorp A Book of Essays Written in the Country”, p.223, tredition
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