Love was first begot by Mirth and Peace, in Eden, where the world was young. The man oppressed with cares, he can not love; the man of gloom finds not the god. So, as youth, for the most part, has no cares, and knows no gloom, therefore, ever since time did begin, youth belongs to love. Love may end in grief and age, and pain and need, and all other modes of human mournfulness; but Love begins in joy. Love's first sigh is never breathed, till after Love hath laughed. Love laughs first, and then sighs after. Love has not hands, but cymbals; Love's mouth is chambered like a bugle, and the instinctive breathings of his life breathe jubilee notes of joy!
(It's better to create than destroy what's unnecessary)
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Pierre, Or The Ambiguities - pg. 56
Labels: Herman Melville, Master-quotes
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