It is my conviction that no normal man ever fell in love, within the ordinary meaning of the term, after the age of thirty.
Interpretation
The quote suggests that true love is typically found before the age of thirty.
H. L. Mencken expresses a belief that once individuals reach the age of thirty, their capacity for genuine romantic love diminishes or changes in nature. This statement reflects a perspective on the emotional development and experiences of individuals as they age, implying that those past this age may not experience love in the same intense or naive way as in their younger years.
In practice
In a discussion about love and relationships, one might quote Mencken to emphasize the challenges of finding authentic love later in life.
I know a good many men of great learning-that is, men born with an extraordinary eagerness and capacity to acquire knowledge. One and all, they tell me that they can't recall learning anything of any value in school. All that schoolmasters managed to accomplish with them was to test and determine the amount of knowledge that they had already acquired independently-and not infrequently the determination was made clumsily and inaccurately.
It takes a long while for a naturally trustful person to reconcile himself to the idea that after all God will not help him
It is the theory of all modern civilized governments that they protect and foster the liberty of the citizen; it is the practice of all of them to limit its exercise, and sometimes very narrowly.
The central belief of every moron is that he is the victim of a mysterious conspiracy against his common rights and true deserts.
The cure for the evils of democracy is more democracy.
A poet more than thirty years old is simply an overgrown child.
XVII Lady, i will touch you with my mind. Touch you and touch and touch until you give me suddenly a smile,shyly obscene (lady i will touch you with my mind.)Touch you,that is all, lightly and you utterly will become with infinite care the poem which i do not write.
So sweep away the sand an' dry the ocean, an' just pack the moon an' stars up in a cardboard box. And stop the clouds from chimin', block the sun from shinin',an' paint the sky a deeper shade of blue, 'cause my world's over without you.
Any day spent with you is my favorite day. So today is my new favorite day.
In the early days of love sometimes, you will report an ecstatic feeling you have met someone who seems to understand you without you needing to speak.
I'm in love with language again because Luke B. Goebel is not afraid to take us back through the gullet of loss into the chaos of words. Someone burns a manuscript in Texas; someone's speed sets a life on fire; a heart is beaten nearly to death, the road itself is the trip, a man is decreated back to his animal past--better, beyond ego, beautiful, and look: there's an American dreamscape left. There's a reason to go on.
I have loved you woman as surely as I have named you rust and sand and nylon.
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