There is no remedy for love but to love more. - Henry Thoreau, courting seventeen year old Ellen Sewall
Absence diminishes small loves and increases great ones, as the wind blows out the candle and blows up the bonfire. - Francois de La Rouchefoucauld
To be in love is merely to be in a state of perpetual anesthesia:
To mistake an ordinary young man for a Greek god
Or an ordinary young woman for a goddess. - H.L. Mencken
Hug the cactus. - Parent of a teenager
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