Chinese Speaker (1916)
“ That which men cannot be lacking in for a day, or be short of for a moment is love. There is constant expenditure of nerve and bone and of brain: now in rejoicing, now in chafing, now in grief, now in laughter. The thousand forms and myriad phases we undergo, the strange and the fantastic, are nothing other than the impulses of love. If there is an absence of the feeling of love for a day, for the day there is no pleasure. If there is a temporary absence of love, for the time we do not live. A philosopher has said, 'Love is the mother of hope.' If there be no love, how can there be hope? ”
