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Love is like the measles; we all have to go through it.
~ Idle Thoughts of an Idle Fellow
I am afraid, dear Edwin and Angelina, you expect too much from love. You think there is enough of your little hearts to feed this fierce, devouring passion for all your long lives. Ah, young folk! don't rely too much upon that unsteady flicker. It will dwindle and dwindle as the months roll on, and there is no replenishing the fuel. You will watch it die out in anger and disappointment. To each it will seem that it is the other who is growing colder. Edwin sees with bitterness that Angelina no longer runs to the gate to meet him, all smiles and blushes; and when he has a cough now she doesn't begin to cry and, putting her arms round his neck, say that she cannot live without him. The most she will probably do is to suggest a lozenge, and even that in a tone implying that it is the noise more than anything else she is anxious to get rid of.
~ Idle Thoughts of an Idle Fellow
A boy's love comes from a full heart; a man's is more often the result of a full stomach.
~ Idle Thoughts of an Idle Fellow
It's really extraordinary what a variety of ways of loving there must be. We all do it as it was never done before.
~ Idle Thoughts of an Idle Fellow
I am doubtful whether even Cinderella's luck was quite as satisfying as we are led to believe. After the carpetless kitchen and the black beetles, how beautiful the palace must have seemed--for the first year, perhaps for the first two. And the Prince! how loving, how gallant, how tender--for the first year, perhaps for the first two. And after? You see he was a Prince, brought up in a Court, the atmosphere of which is not conducive to the development of the domestic virtues; and she--was Cinderella. And then the marriage altogether was rather a hurried affair.
~ The Second Thoughts of an Idle Fellow
Dream of love if you will; that is a wise dream, even if it remain ever a dream.
~ The Second Thoughts of an Idle Fellow
As for the young man that is coming home to see his girl, you simply can't kill him. Achilles was a summer rose compared with him. Nature and mankind have not sufficient materials in hand as yet to kill that man. Science has but the strength of a puling babe against his invulnerability. You can waste your time on earthquakes and shipwrecks, volcanic eruptions, floods, explosions, railway accidents, and such like sort of things, if you are foolish enough to do so; but it is no good your imagining that anything of the kind can hurt him, because it can't.
There will be thousands of people killed, thousands in each instance, but one human being will always escape, and that one human being will be the stage young man who is coming home to see his girl.
~ StageLand