The plain man is familiar with blindness and deafness and knows from his everyday experience that the look of things is influenced by his senses but it never occurs to him to regard the whole world as the creation of his senses.

Every step and every movement of the multitude even in what are termed enlightened ages are made with equal blindness to the future and nations stumble upon establishments which are indeed the result of human action but not the execution of any human design.

Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish it's source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds it dies of weariness of witherings of tarnishings.