Every mind is an inlet to the same and to all of the same.
Our love seemed a fire that, having kindled its first embers in the nook of a private bosom, enlarged until it warmed and beamed upon multitudes of men and women, upon the universal heart of all, lighting up all nature with its generous flames. I knew not then. I shall always love you. My face must have turned white, for I felt the blood leave me, much as the flowing river pours for a season its streams into the sea. Janice was disarmed by my solitary reverie.