By Balzac |
Submitted by B.K.
Date: 2008 Mar 11
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Love is like some fresh spring,|
first a stream and then a river,
changing its aspect and its nature
as it flows to plunge itself in some boundless ocean,
where restricted natures only find monotony,
but where great souls are engulfed in endless contemplation.
Honoré De Balzac (17991850), French novelist.