Why is it that the most fervent love becomes more fervent by brief
interruption and reconciliation? and why must a storm agitate our
affections before they can raise the highest rainbow of peace? Ah! for
this reason it is--because all passions feel their object to be as
eternal as themselves, and no love can admit the feeling that the
beloved object should die. And under this feeling of imperishableness
it is that we hard fields of ice shock together so harshly, whilst all
the while under the sunbeams of a little space of seventy years we are
rapidly dissolving.