The absent are never without fault, nor the present without excuse.

The absent are never without fault, nor the present without excuse.

Absence, that common cure of love.

Absence, that common cure of love.

Is not absence death to those who love?

Is not absence death to those who love?

Absence makes the heart grow fonder.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder.

Absence is to love what wind is to a fire; it puts out the little, it kindles the great.

Absence is to love what wind is to a fire; it puts out the little, it kindles the great.

Thou art gone from my gaze like a beautiful dream.
And I seek then in vain by the meadow read more

Thou art gone from my gaze like a beautiful dream.
And I seek then in vain by the meadow and stream.

I dote on his very absence, and I wish them a fair departure.

I dote on his very absence, and I wish them a fair departure.

It takes time for the absent to assume their true shape in our thoughts. After death they take on a read more

It takes time for the absent to assume their true shape in our thoughts. After death they take on a firmer outline and then cease to change.

Absence - that common cure of love.

Absence - that common cure of love.