There is no Art of Loving (1); though, as Ovid says, love must be guided
by art (2). Yet,

If love did not come by chance, it would never come at all.

(1) Ovid wrote not Art of Loving ("Ars Amandi"); he wrote on the
Amatorial Art ("Ars Amatoria").

(2) "Arte regendus amor."--"Ars Amatoria", I, 4.

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To each of us himself is the centre of the visible universe. But when
love comes it alters this Ptolemaic theory. Yet,

It is a significant fact that love, which, more than any other thing in
this world, is the great bringer-together of hearts, begins its
mysterious work as a separator and puter-at-a-distance. For

When love first dawns in the breast of youth, it throws about its object
a sacred aureole, which awes at the same time that it inspires the
faithful worshipper.

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Can only two walk abreast in the path of love? How many try to widen that
strait and narrow way!

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