“I have seldom been heart-free and
life without love for me has always seemed like an operation without
anaesthetic. I have been inclined to regard that condition as the justification
of existence and the one that takes priority over all other ideologies.”
Love the most generous passion of the mind,
That cordial
drop heaven in our cup has thrown
To make the
nauseous draught of life go down
Connolly - Enemies Of Promise
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