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... The countryman purchases oranges at a fair for his little ones; and when he brings them home in the evening, and watches his chubby urchins, sitting up among the bed-clothes, peel and devour the fruit, he is for the time-being richer than if he drew the rental of the orange-groves of Seville. To eat an orange himself is nothing; to see _them_ eat it is a pleasure worth the price of the fruit a thousand times over. There is no happiness in the world in which love does not enter; and
Love is but the discovery of ourselves in others, and the delight in the recognition.
Apart from others no man can make his happiness; just as, apart from a mirror of one kind or another, no man can become acquainted with his own lineaments.
The accomplishment of a man is the light by which we are enabled to discover the limits of his personality. Every man brings into the world with him a certain amount of pith and force, and to that pith or force his amount of accomplishment is exactly proportioned. It is in this way that every spoken word, every action of a man,... Smith, Alexander
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Love is but the discovery of ourselves in others, and the delight in the recognition.