Robert G. Ingersoll
13.9.07
Love is only a bow on life’s dark cloud. It is the Morning and the Evening Star. It was the first to dream of immortality. It fills the world with melody, for Music is the voice of love. Love is the magician, the enchanter, that changes worthless things to joy, and makes right royal kings and queens to common clay. It is the perfume of the wondrous flower – the heart and without that sacred passion, that divine swoon, we are less than beasts; but with it, earth is heaven and we are as gods.
written, GeminiSide
