No one is so completely disenchanted with the world, or knows it so thoroughly, or is so utterly disgusted with it, that when it begins to smile upon him he does not become partially reconciled to it.

This is one of the miracles of love: It gives a power of seeing through its own enchantments and yet not being disenchanted.

No one is so completely disenchanted with the world or knows it so thoroughly or is so utterly disgusted with it that when it begins to smile upon him he does not become partially reconciled to it.

This is one of the miracles of love: It gives a power of seeing through its own enchantments and yet not being disenchanted.