More Dusty Old Book Stuff

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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