You say that love is nonsense....I tell you it is no such
thing. For weeks and months it is a steady physical pain, an ache about the
heart, never leaving one, by night or by day; a long strain on one's nerves like
toothache or rheumatism, not intolerable at any one instant, but exhausting by
its steady drain on the strength.
- Henry Brooks Adams
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