"Love is but the discovery of ourselves in others, and the delight in the recognition."
"Nature never quite goes along with us. She is somber at weddings, sunny at funerals, and she frowns on ninety-nine out of a hundred picnics."
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Source: Alexander Smith (2012). “Dreamthorp A Book of Essays Written in the Country”, p.102, tredition
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