Do good by stealth, and blush to find it fame.
Alexander PopeRead
Is it, in heav'n, a crime to love too well?
Interpretation
The quote questions whether loving deeply is considered a sin or a fault in the eyes of a higher power.
In this quote, Alexander Pope reflects on the intensity of love and suggests that there may be scrutiny or judgment associated with loving someone deeply. It raises the philosophical question of whether profound love, seen as an overwhelming and consuming force, could be considered a flaw or misdeed in a celestial context, encouraging the reader to ponder the nature and value of love in human experience.
In practice
In a discussion about the nature of love and relationships, this quote could be used to highlight the idea of love's intensity.
Do good by stealth, and blush to find it fame.
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