A profusion of fancies and quotations is out of place in a love-le

A profusion of fancies and quotations is out of place in a love-letter. True feeling is always direct, and never deviates into by-ways to cull flowers of rhetoric. – Christian Nestell Bovee, Intuitions and Summaries of Thought: Vol.II, 1862

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