Like hunger, physical love is a necessity.
But man's appetite for amour is never so regular or so sustained as his appetite for the delights of the table.
A man does not recover from such devotion of the heart to such a woman! He ought not; he does not.
They gave themselves up wholly to their sorrow, seeking increase of wretchedness in every reflection that could afford it, and resolved against ever admitting consolation in future.
Amour is the one human activity of any importance in which laughter and pleasure preponderate, if ever so slightly, over misery and pain.
Last Update: January, 2020