"Is not this all that a loving soul can do to enter into communion with another! Nay, how many who love never come nearer than to behold each other as in a mirror, seem to know and yet never know the inward life; never enter the other soul, and part at last, with but the vaguest notion of the universe on the border of which they have been hovering for years?"
"For essential beauty is infinite; and, as the soul of Nature needs an endless succession of varied forms to embody her loveliness, countless faces of beauty springing forth, not any two the same, at every one of her heart throbs; so the individual form needs an infinite change of its environments, to enable it to uncover all the phases of its loveliness." -Phantastes, by George MacDonald
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