mvb Solitaire™

A typeface is a tool.

Sure, there are frilly fonts that are more art than craft, showy faces

that exist merely to call attention to themselves. But, in the end, any

functional typeface worth its salt lives to serve one thing first: the text,

the content. Everything else—the fashion of the moment, the allure of

individual words and letters—is secondary.

mvb Solitaire epitomizes this universal typographic mandate. As

a tempered sans serif somewhere between a humanist and a gothic,

mvb Solitaire captures a 21st-century neutrality. But practical doesn’t

have to mean banal. mvb Solitaire has a soul. While some “neutral”

type is dead the moment the ink hits the page, mvb Solitaire delivers

text that feels lively, contemporary, relevant. Readers will not tire of

this type.

Behind the useful exterior is an arsenal of thoughtful technical

features. It’s no surprise that this family’s creator, Mark van Bronkhorst,

was first a graphic designer before becoming a type designer. Mark

built all the goodies into mvb Solitaire that he would appreciate as a

user: case-sensitive punctuation; alternate forms that can be invoked

individually or together; oldstyle and lining figures in both tabular and

proportional widths; slightly shorter lining figures that don’t stand out

in running text, but also cap-height figures for all-cap settings; and the

ability to speak nearly any Latin-based language.

mvb Solitaire aspires to be the sort of workhorse that a designer

keeps installed on their system at all times. It is a family bound to have

a permanent spot in the font menu, always at the ready for projects

(those most common of all) where the typography mustn’t mask the

message. It has that quality that all truly useful typefaces have: the

capacity to get the job done without getting in the way.

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mvb Solitaire™Mark van Bronkhorst, 2013

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the World Peace book

by Herman Peters

SOLITAIRE THIN Solitaire Thin solitaire thin

SOLITAIRE THIN Solitaire Thin solitaire thin

SOLITAIRE EXTRA LIGHT Solitaire Extra Light solitaire extra light

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SOLITAIRE LIGHT Solitaire Light solitaire light

SOLITAIRE LIGHT Solitaire Light solitaire light

SOLITAIRE SEMILIGHT Solitaire Semilight solitaire semilight

SOLITAIRE SEMILIGHT Solitaire Semilight solitaire semilight

SOLITAIRE BOOK Solitaire Book solitaire book

SOLITAIRE BOOK Solitaire Book solitaire book

SOLITAIRE REGULAR Solitaire Regular soLItAIre reGuLAr

SOLITAIRE ITALIC Solitaire Italic SoLITAIRE ITALIC

SOLITAIRE mEdIum Solitaire medium solitaire medium

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SOLITAIRE SEmIbOLd Solitaire Semibold solitaire semibold

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SolitAire bold Solitaire bold solitaire bold

SOLITAIRE bOLd Solitaire bold solitaire bold

SOLITAIRE HEAVY Solitaire Heavy solitaire heavy

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SOLITAIRE BLACK Solitaire Black solitaire black

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ORCHESTRALDaring explorerHandsome dogdistinguishedMETHODICALTacky souvenirsBreaking dishesstrange odor

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BOND PRICESRomance novelHedgehog hatscanary kibbleBENT HUMORFlaming souffléPrimate groupsbroken heart

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DETERMINEDModern designSeparate itemsmoney foundRICH BANKERManufacturingPrimordial glopexplicit lyrics

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DISCHARGEDPrestigious flatSplendid fishesperformanceDISCUSS THISLost and foundShady dealingsroman empire

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APPLICATIONHeroic soldiersEnglish cuisineclown shoesTEAM PLAYERMystery solvedStinky thinkingbreakfast tea

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TURBULENCENew carpetingFine chocolateeXtInGuIsHerHORSE SHOWRoyal weddingBirthday cakesSpECIAL QUoTE

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STATISTICIANOctopus lunchPerfumed ladyart exhibitedmAYBE LATERVehicular lawsEngine troublequiet library

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ASTONISHEdStupid personPork liver pâtéloud touristFAbRICATIONWoodworking Food for lunchsplenectomy

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ARTICHOKESCadmium redBeautiful daygolden gate

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I have been told that in some public discourses of mine my rev-erence for the intellect has made me unjustly cold to the person-al relations. But now I almost shrink at the remembrance of such disparaging words. For persons are love’s world, and the coldest philosopher cannot recount the debt of the young soul wander-ing here in nature to the power of love, without being tempted to unsay, as treasonable to nature, aught derogatory to the social in-stincts. For though the celestial rapture falling out of heaven seizes only upon those of tender age, and although a beauty overpow-

I have been told that in some public discourses of mine my reverence for the intellect has made me unjustly cold to the personal relations. But now I almost shrink at the remembrance of such disparaging words. For persons are love’s world, and the coldest philosopher cannot recount the debt of the young soul wandering here in nature to the power of love, without being tempted to unsay, as treasonable to nature, aught derogatory to the social instincts. For though the celestial rapture falling out of heaven seizes only upon those of tender age, and al-though a beauty overpowering all analysis or comparison and

I have been told that in some public discourses of mine my reverence for the intellect has made me unjustly cold to the personal relations. But now I almost shrink at the re-membrance of such disparaging words. For persons are love’s world, and the coldest phi-losopher cannot recount the debt of the young soul wandering here in nature to the power of love, without being tempted to unsay, as treasonable to nature, aught derogatory to the social instincts. For though the celestial rapture falling out of heaven seizes only upon those of tender age, and although a beauty overpowering all analysis or comparison and putting us quite beside ourselves we can seldom see after thirty years, yet the remem-

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brance of these visions outlasts all other remembrances, and is a wreath of flowers on the oldest brows. But here is a strange fact; it may seem to many men, in revising their experi-ence, that they have no fairer page in their life’s book than the delicious memory of some passages wherein affection contrived to give a witchcraft, surpassing the deep attraction of its own truth, to a parcel of accidental and trivial circumstances. In looking backward they may find that several things which were not the charm have more reality to this groping memory than the charm itself which embalmed them. But be our experience in particulars what it may, no man ever forgot the visitations of that power to his heart and

ering all analysis or comparison and putting us quite beside our-selves we can seldom see after thirty years, yet the remembrance of these visions outlasts all other remembrances, and is a wreath of flowers on the oldest brows. But here is a strange fact; it may seem to many men, in revising their experience, that they have no fairer page in their life’s book than the delicious memory of some passages wherein affection contrived to give a witchcraft, surpass-ing the deep attraction of its own truth, to a parcel of accidental and trivial circumstances. In looking backward they may find that

putting us quite beside ourselves we can seldom see after thirty years, yet the remembrance of these visions outlasts all other remembrances, and is a wreath of flowers on the oldest brows. But here is a strange fact; it may seem to many men, in revis-ing their experience, that they have no fairer page in their life’s book than the delicious memory of some passages wherein affection contrived to give a witchcraft, surpassing the deep attraction of its own truth, to a parcel of accidental and trivial circumstances. In looking backward they may find that several things which were not the charm have more reality to this grop-

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I have been told that in some public discourses of mine my rev-erence for the intellect has made me unjustly cold to the personal relations. But now I almost shrink at the remembrance of such disparaging words. For persons are love’s world, and the coldest philosopher cannot recount the debt of the young soul wander-ing here in nature to the power of love, without being tempted to unsay, as treasonable to nature, aught derogatory to the social instincts. For though the celestial rapture falling out of heaven seizes only upon those of tender age, and although a beauty over-

I have been told that in some public discourses of mine my reverence for the intellect has made me unjustly cold to the personal relations. But now I almost shrink at the remem-brance of such disparaging words. For persons are love’s world, and the coldest philosopher cannot recount the debt of the young soul wandering here in nature to the power of love, without being tempted to unsay, as treasonable to na-ture, aught derogatory to the social instincts. For though the celestial rapture falling out of heaven seizes only upon those of tender age, and although a beauty overpowering all analysis

I have been told that in some public discourses of mine my reverence for the intel-lect has made me unjustly cold to the personal relations. But now I almost shrink at the remembrance of such disparaging words. For persons are love’s world, and the coldest philosopher cannot recount the debt of the young soul wandering here in nature to the power of love, without being tempted to unsay, as treasonable to nature, aught deroga-tory to the social instincts. For though the celestial rapture falling out of heaven seizes only upon those of tender age, and although a beauty overpowering all analysis or com-parison and putting us quite beside ourselves we can seldom see after thirty years, yet

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the remembrance of these visions outlasts all other remembrances, and is a wreath of flowers on the oldest brows. But here is a strange fact; it may seem to many men, in re-vising their experience, that they have no fairer page in their life’s book than the delicious memory of some passages wherein affection contrived to give a witchcraft, surpassing the deep attraction of its own truth, to a parcel of accidental and trivial circumstances. In looking backward they may find that several things which were not the charm have more reality to this groping memory than the charm itself which embalmed them. But be our experience in particulars what it may, no man ever forgot the visitations of that power to

powering all analysis or comparison and putting us quite beside ourselves we can seldom see after thirty years, yet the remem-brance of these visions outlasts all other remembrances, and is a wreath of flowers on the oldest brows. But here is a strange fact; it may seem to many men, in revising their experience, that they have no fairer page in their life’s book than the delicious memory of some passages wherein affection contrived to give a witchcraft, surpassing the deep attraction of its own truth, to a parcel of ac-cidental and trivial circumstances. In looking backward they may

or comparison and putting us quite beside ourselves we can seldom see after thirty years, yet the remembrance of these visions outlasts all other remembrances, and is a wreath of flowers on the oldest brows. But here is a strange fact; it may seem to many men, in revising their experience, that they have no fairer page in their life’s book than the delicious memory of some passages wherein affection contrived to give a witchcraft, surpassing the deep attraction of its own truth, to a parcel of accidental and trivial circumstances. In looking backward they may find that several things which were not the charm have

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I have been told that in some public discourses of mine my rev-erence for the intellect has made me unjustly cold to the personal relations. But now I almost shrink at the remembrance of such disparaging words. For persons are love’s world, and the coldest philosopher cannot recount the debt of the young soul wander-ing here in nature to the power of love, without being tempted to unsay, as treasonable to nature, aught derogatory to the social instincts. For though the celestial rapture falling out of heaven seizes only upon those of tender age, and although a beauty over-

I have been told that in some public discourses of mine my reverence for the intellect has made me unjustly cold to the personal relations. But now I almost shrink at the remem-brance of such disparaging words. For persons are love’s world, and the coldest philosopher cannot recount the debt of the young soul wandering here in nature to the power of love, without being tempted to unsay, as treasonable to nature, aught derogatory to the social instincts. For though the ce-lestial rapture falling out of heaven seizes only upon those of tender age, and although a beauty overpowering all analysis

I have been told that in some public discourses of mine my reverence for the intel-lect has made me unjustly cold to the personal relations. But now I almost shrink at the remembrance of such disparaging words. For persons are love’s world, and the coldest philosopher cannot recount the debt of the young soul wandering here in nature to the power of love, without being tempted to unsay, as treasonable to nature, aught deroga-tory to the social instincts. For though the celestial rapture falling out of heaven seizes only upon those of tender age, and although a beauty overpowering all analysis or com-parison and putting us quite beside ourselves we can seldom see after thirty years, yet

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the remembrance of these visions outlasts all other remembrances, and is a wreath of flowers on the oldest brows. But here is a strange fact; it may seem to many men, in re-vising their experience, that they have no fairer page in their life’s book than the delicious memory of some passages wherein affection contrived to give a witchcraft, surpassing the deep attraction of its own truth, to a parcel of accidental and trivial circumstances. In looking backward they may find that several things which were not the charm have more reality to this groping memory than the charm itself which embalmed them. But be our experience in particulars what it may, no man ever forgot the visitations of that

powering all analysis or comparison and putting us quite beside ourselves we can seldom see after thirty years, yet the remem-brance of these visions outlasts all other remembrances, and is a wreath of flowers on the oldest brows. But here is a strange fact; it may seem to many men, in revising their experience, that they have no fairer page in their life’s book than the delicious memory of some passages wherein affection contrived to give a witchcraft, surpassing the deep attraction of its own truth, to a parcel of ac-cidental and trivial circumstances. In looking backward they may

or comparison and putting us quite beside ourselves we can seldom see after thirty years, yet the remembrance of these visions outlasts all other remembrances, and is a wreath of flowers on the oldest brows. But here is a strange fact; it may seem to many men, in revising their experience, that they have no fairer page in their life’s book than the delicious memory of some passages wherein affection contrived to give a witchcraft, surpassing the deep attraction of its own truth, to a parcel of accidental and trivial circumstances. In looking backward they may find that several things which were not the charm

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I have been told that in some public discourses of mine my reverence for the intellect has made me unjustly cold to the per-sonal relations. But now I almost shrink at the remembrance of such disparaging words. For persons are love’s world, and the coldest philosopher cannot recount the debt of the young soul wandering here in nature to the power of love, without being tempted to unsay, as treasonable to nature, aught derogatory to the social instincts. For though the celestial rapture falling out of heaven seizes only upon those of tender age, and although

I have been told that in some public discourses of mine my reverence for the intellect has made me unjustly cold to the personal relations. But now I almost shrink at the re-membrance of such disparaging words. For persons are love’s world, and the coldest philosopher cannot recount the debt of the young soul wandering here in nature to the power of love, without being tempted to unsay, as treasonable to nature, aught derogatory to the social instincts. For though the celestial rapture falling out of heaven seizes only upon those of tender age, and although a beauty overpowering all

I have been told that in some public discourses of mine my reverence for the intel-lect has made me unjustly cold to the personal relations. But now I almost shrink at the remembrance of such disparaging words. For persons are love’s world, and the coldest philosopher cannot recount the debt of the young soul wandering here in nature to the power of love, without being tempted to unsay, as treasonable to nature, aught derogatory to the social instincts. For though the celestial rapture falling out of heaven seizes only upon those of tender age, and although a beauty overpowering all analysis or comparison and putting us quite beside ourselves we can seldom see after thirty

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years, yet the remembrance of these visions outlasts all other remembrances, and is a wreath of flowers on the oldest brows. But here is a strange fact; it may seem to many men, in revising their experience, that they have no fairer page in their life’s book than the delicious memory of some passages wherein affection contrived to give a witchcraft, surpassing the deep attraction of its own truth, to a parcel of accidental and trivial circumstances. In looking backward they may find that several things which were not the charm have more reality to this groping memory than the charm itself which em-balmed them. But be our experience in particulars what it may, no man ever forgot the

a beauty overpowering all analysis or comparison and putting us quite beside ourselves we can seldom see after thirty years, yet the remembrance of these visions outlasts all other remem-brances, and is a wreath of flowers on the oldest brows. But here is a strange fact; it may seem to many men, in revising their ex-perience, that they have no fairer page in their life’s book than the delicious memory of some passages wherein affection con-trived to give a witchcraft, surpassing the deep attraction of its own truth, to a parcel of accidental and trivial circumstances. In

analysis or comparison and putting us quite beside ourselves we can seldom see after thirty years, yet the remembrance of these visions outlasts all other remembrances, and is a wreath of flowers on the oldest brows. But here is a strange fact; it may seem to many men, in revising their experience, that they have no fairer page in their life’s book than the deli-cious memory of some passages wherein affection contrived to give a witchcraft, surpassing the deep attraction of its own truth, to a parcel of accidental and trivial circumstances. In looking backward they may find that several things which

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I have been told that in some public discourses of mine my reverence for the intellect has made me unjustly cold to the personal relations. But now I almost shrink at the remembrance of such disparaging words. For persons are love’s world, and the coldest philosopher cannot recount the debt of the young soul wandering here in nature to the power of love, without being tempted to unsay, as treasonable to nature, aught derogatory to the social instincts. For though the celestial rapture falling out of heaven seizes only upon those of tender age, and al-

I have been told that in some public discourses of mine my reverence for the intellect has made me unjustly cold to the personal relations. But now I almost shrink at the remembrance of such disparaging words. For persons are love’s world, and the coldest philosopher cannot recount the debt of the young soul wandering here in nature to the power of love, without being tempted to unsay, as treason-able to nature, aught derogatory to the social instincts. For though the celestial rapture falling out of heaven seizes only upon those of tender age, and although a beauty over-

I have been told that in some public discourses of mine my reverence for the intel-lect has made me unjustly cold to the personal relations. But now I almost shrink at the remembrance of such disparaging words. For persons are love’s world, and the coldest philosopher cannot recount the debt of the young soul wandering here in na-ture to the power of love, without being tempted to unsay, as treasonable to nature, aught derogatory to the social instincts. For though the celestial rapture falling out of heaven seizes only upon those of tender age, and although a beauty overpowering all analysis or comparison and putting us quite beside ourselves we can seldom see after

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thirty years, yet the remembrance of these visions outlasts all other remembrances, and is a wreath of flowers on the oldest brows. But here is a strange fact; it may seem to many men, in revising their experience, that they have no fairer page in their life’s book than the delicious memory of some passages wherein affection contrived to give a witchcraft, surpassing the deep attraction of its own truth, to a parcel of acciden-tal and trivial circumstances. In looking backward they may find that several things which were not the charm have more reality to this groping memory than the charm itself which embalmed them. But be our experience in particulars what it may, no

though a beauty overpowering all analysis or comparison and putting us quite beside ourselves we can seldom see after thirty years, yet the remembrance of these visions outlasts all other remembrances, and is a wreath of flowers on the oldest brows. But here is a strange fact; it may seem to many men, in revis-ing their experience, that they have no fairer page in their life’s book than the delicious memory of some passages wherein af-fection contrived to give a witchcraft, surpassing the deep at-traction of its own truth, to a parcel of accidental and trivial

powering all analysis or comparison and putting us quite beside ourselves we can seldom see after thirty years, yet the remembrance of these visions outlasts all other remem-brances, and is a wreath of flowers on the oldest brows. But here is a strange fact; it may seem to many men, in revising their experience, that they have no fairer page in their life’s book than the delicious memory of some passages wherein affection contrived to give a witchcraft, surpassing the deep attraction of its own truth, to a parcel of accidental and trivial circumstances. In looking backward they may find

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I HAve been toLD that in some public discourses of mine my reverence for the intellect has made me unjustly cold to the personal relations. But now I almost shrink at the remem-brance of such disparaging words. For persons are love’s world, and the coldest philosopher cannot recount the debt of the young soul wandering here in nature to the power of love, with-out being tempted to unsay, as treasonable to nature, aught derogatory to the social instincts. For though the celestial rap-ture falling out of heaven seizes only upon those of tender age,

I HAve been toLD that in some public discourses of mine my reverence for the intellect has made me unjustly cold to the personal relations. But now I almost shrink at the remembrance of such disparaging words. For persons are love’s world, and the coldest philosopher cannot recount the debt of the young soul wandering here in nature to the power of love, without being tempted to unsay, as treason-able to nature, aught derogatory to the social instincts. For though the celestial rapture falling out of heaven seizes only upon those of tender age, and although a beauty over-

I HAve been toLD that in some public discourses of mine my reverence for the intel-lect has made me unjustly cold to the personal relations. But now I almost shrink at the remembrance of such disparaging words. For persons are love’s world, and the coldest philosopher cannot recount the debt of the young soul wandering here in nature to the power of love, without being tempted to unsay, as treasonable to na-ture, aught derogatory to the social instincts. For though the celestial rapture falling out of heaven seizes only upon those of tender age, and although a beauty overpow-ering all analysis or comparison and putting us quite beside ourselves we can seldom

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see after thirty years, yet the remembrance of these visions outlasts all other remem-brances, and is a wreath of flowers on the oldest brows. But here is a strange fact; it may seem to many men, in revising their experience, that they have no fairer page in their life’s book than the delicious memory of some passages wherein affection con-trived to give a witchcraft, surpassing the deep attraction of its own truth, to a parcel of accidental and trivial circumstances. In looking backward they may find that sev-eral things which were not the charm have more reality to this groping memory than the charm itself which embalmed them. But be our experience in particulars what it

and although a beauty overpowering all analysis or compari-son and putting us quite beside ourselves we can seldom see after thirty years, yet the remembrance of these visions out-lasts all other remembrances, and is a wreath of flowers on the oldest brows. But here is a strange fact; it may seem to many men, in revising their experience, that they have no fairer page in their life’s book than the delicious memory of some passages wherein affection contrived to give a witchcraft, surpassing the deep attraction of its own truth, to a parcel of accidental and

powering all analysis or comparison and putting us quite beside ourselves we can seldom see after thirty years, yet the remembrance of these visions outlasts all other remem-brances, and is a wreath of flowers on the oldest brows. But here is a strange fact; it may seem to many men, in revising their experience, that they have no fairer page in their life’s book than the delicious memory of some passages wherein affection contrived to give a witchcraft, surpassing the deep attraction of its own truth, to a parcel of accidental and trivial circumstances. In looking backward they may find

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I have been told that in some public discourses of mine my reverence for the intellect has made me unjustly cold to the personal relations. But now I almost shrink at the remem-brance of such disparaging words. For persons are love’s world, and the coldest philosopher cannot recount the debt of the young soul wandering here in nature to the power of love, without being tempted to unsay, as treasonable to nature, aught derogatory to the social instincts. For though the ce-lestial rapture falling out of heaven seizes only upon those of

I have been told that in some public discourses of mine my reverence for the intellect has made me unjustly cold to the personal relations. But now I almost shrink at the remembrance of such disparaging words. For persons are love’s world, and the coldest philosopher cannot recount the debt of the young soul wandering here in nature to the power of love, without being tempted to unsay, as trea-sonable to nature, aught derogatory to the social instincts. For though the celestial rapture falling out of heaven seiz-es only upon those of tender age, and although a beauty

I have been told that in some public discourses of mine my reverence for the in-tellect has made me unjustly cold to the personal relations. But now I almost shrink at the remembrance of such disparaging words. For persons are love’s world, and the coldest philosopher cannot recount the debt of the young soul wandering here in nature to the power of love, without being tempted to unsay, as treasonable to nature, aught derogatory to the social instincts. For though the celestial rapture falling out of heaven seizes only upon those of tender age, and although a beauty overpowering all analysis or comparison and putting us quite beside ourselves we

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can seldom see after thirty years, yet the remembrance of these visions outlasts all other remembrances, and is a wreath of flowers on the oldest brows. But here is a strange fact; it may seem to many men, in revising their experience, that they have no fairer page in their life’s book than the delicious memory of some passages wherein affection contrived to give a witchcraft, surpassing the deep attraction of its own truth, to a parcel of accidental and trivial circumstances. In looking back-ward they may find that several things which were not the charm have more reality to this groping memory than the charm itself which embalmed them. But be our ex-

tender age, and although a beauty overpowering all analysis or comparison and putting us quite beside ourselves we can seldom see after thirty years, yet the remembrance of these visions outlasts all other remembrances, and is a wreath of flowers on the oldest brows. But here is a strange fact; it may seem to many men, in revising their experience, that they have no fairer page in their life’s book than the delicious memory of some passages wherein affection contrived to give a witchcraft, surpassing the deep attraction of its own truth,

overpowering all analysis or comparison and putting us quite beside ourselves we can seldom see after thirty years, yet the remembrance of these visions outlasts all other remembrances, and is a wreath of flowers on the oldest brows. But here is a strange fact; it may seem to many men, in revising their experience, that they have no fairer page in their life’s book than the delicious memory of some passages wherein affection contrived to give a witchcraft, surpassing the deep attraction of its own truth, to a parcel of accidental and trivial circumstances. In looking back-

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I have been told that in some public discourses of mine my reverence for the intellect has made me unjustly cold to the personal relations. but now I almost shrink at the remem-brance of such disparaging words. For persons are love’s world, and the coldest philosopher cannot recount the debt of the young soul wandering here in nature to the power of love, without being tempted to unsay, as treasonable to nature, aught derogatory to the social instincts. For though the celestial rapture falling out of heaven seizes only upon

I have been told that in some public discourses of mine my reverence for the intellect has made me unjustly cold to the personal relations. but now I almost shrink at the remembrance of such disparaging words. For persons are love’s world, and the coldest philosopher cannot recount the debt of the young soul wandering here in nature to the power of love, without being tempted to unsay, as treasonable to nature, aught derogatory to the social instincts. For though the celestial rapture falling out of heaven seizes only upon those of tender age, and al-

I have been told that in some public discourses of mine my reverence for the intellect has made me unjustly cold to the personal relations. but now I almost shrink at the remembrance of such disparaging words. For persons are love’s world, and the coldest philosopher cannot recount the debt of the young soul wandering here in nature to the power of love, without being tempted to unsay, as treasonable to nature, aught derogatory to the social instincts. For though the celestial rapture falling out of heaven seizes only upon those of tender age, and although a beauty overpowering all analysis or comparison and putting us quite

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beside ourselves we can seldom see after thirty years, yet the remembrance of these visions outlasts all other remembrances, and is a wreath of flowers on the oldest brows. but here is a strange fact; it may seem to many men, in revising their experience, that they have no fairer page in their life’s book than the deli-cious memory of some passages wherein affection contrived to give a witchcraft, surpassing the deep attraction of its own truth, to a parcel of accidental and triv-ial circumstances. In looking backward they may find that several things which were not the charm have more reality to this groping memory than the charm

those of tender age, and although a beauty overpowering all analysis or comparison and putting us quite beside our-selves we can seldom see after thirty years, yet the remem-brance of these visions outlasts all other remembrances, and is a wreath of flowers on the oldest brows. but here is a strange fact; it may seem to many men, in revising their experience, that they have no fairer page in their life’s book than the delicious memory of some passages wherein affec-tion contrived to give a witchcraft, surpassing the deep at-

though a beauty overpowering all analysis or comparison and putting us quite beside ourselves we can seldom see after thirty years, yet the remembrance of these visions outlasts all other remembrances, and is a wreath of flow-ers on the oldest brows. but here is a strange fact; it may seem to many men, in revising their experience, that they have no fairer page in their life’s book than the delicious memory of some passages wherein affection contrived to give a witchcraft, surpassing the deep attraction of its own truth, to a parcel of accidental and trivial circum-

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i have been told that in some public discourses of mine my reverence for the intellect has made me unjustly cold to the personal relations. but now i almost shrink at the remembrance of such disparaging words. For persons are love’s world, and the coldest philosopher cannot recount the debt of the young soul wandering here in nature to the power of love, without being tempted to unsay, as trea-sonable to nature, aught derogatory to the social instincts. For though the celestial rapture falling out of heaven seiz-

i have been told that in some public discourses of mine my reverence for the intellect has made me unjustly cold to the personal relations. but now i almost shrink at the remembrance of such disparaging words. For per-sons are love’s world, and the coldest philosopher can-not recount the debt of the young soul wandering here in nature to the power of love, without being tempted to unsay, as treasonable to nature, aught derogatory to the social instincts. For though the celestial rapture falling out of heaven seizes only upon those of tender

i have been told that in some public discourses of mine my reverence for the intellect has made me unjustly cold to the personal relations. but now i almost shrink at the remembrance of such disparaging words. For persons are love’s world, and the coldest philosopher cannot recount the debt of the young soul wandering here in nature to the power of love, without being tempted to unsay, as treasonable to nature, aught derogatory to the social instincts. For though the celestial rapture falling out of heaven seizes only upon those of tender age, and although a beauty overpowering all analysis or comparison and putting

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us quite beside ourselves we can seldom see after thirty years, yet the remem-brance of these visions outlasts all other remembrances, and is a wreath of flowers on the oldest brows. but here is a strange fact; it may seem to many men, in revising their experience, that they have no fairer page in their life’s book than the delicious memory of some passages wherein affection contrived to give a witchcraft, surpassing the deep attraction of its own truth, to a par-cel of accidental and trivial circumstances. In looking backward they may find that several things which were not the charm have more reality to this groping

es only upon those of tender age, and although a beauty overpowering all analysis or comparison and putting us quite beside ourselves we can seldom see after thirty years, yet the remembrance of these visions outlasts all other remembrances, and is a wreath of flowers on the oldest brows. but here is a strange fact; it may seem to many men, in revising their experience, that they have no fairer page in their life’s book than the delicious memory of some passages wherein affection contrived to give a witchcraft,

age, and although a beauty overpowering all analysis or comparison and putting us quite beside ourselves we can seldom see after thirty years, yet the remembrance of these visions outlasts all other remembrances, and is a wreath of flowers on the oldest brows. but here is a strange fact; it may seem to many men, in revising their experience, that they have no fairer page in their life’s book than the delicious memory of some passages wherein affection contrived to give a witchcraft, sur-passing the deep attraction of its own truth, to a parcel

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I have been told that in some public discourses of mine my reverence for the intellect has made me unjustly cold to the personal relations. But now I almost shrink at the remembrance of such disparaging words. For persons are love’s world, and the coldest philosopher cannot re-count the debt of the young soul wandering here in na-ture to the power of love, without being tempted to un-say, as treasonable to nature, aught derogatory to the social instincts. For though the celestial rapture falling

I have been told that in some public discourses of mine my reverence for the intellect has made me un-justly cold to the personal relations. But now I almost shrink at the remembrance of such disparaging words. For persons are love’s world, and the coldest philoso-pher cannot recount the debt of the young soul wan-dering here in nature to the power of love, without be-ing tempted to unsay, as treasonable to nature, aught derogatory to the social instincts. For though the ce-lestial rapture falling out of heaven seizes only upon

I have been told that in some public discourses of mine my reverence for the intellect has made me unjustly cold to the personal relations. But now I almost shrink at the remembrance of such disparaging words. For persons are love’s world, and the coldest philosopher cannot recount the debt of the young soul wandering here in nature to the power of love, without being tempted to unsay, as treasonable to nature, aught derogatory to the social instincts. For though the celestial rapture falling out of heaven seizes only upon those of tender age, and although a beauty overpowering all analysis

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or comparison and putting us quite beside ourselves we can seldom see after thirty years, yet the remembrance of these visions outlasts all other remem-brances, and is a wreath of flowers on the oldest brows. But here is a strange fact; it may seem to many men, in revising their experience, that they have no fairer page in their life’s book than the delicious memory of some pas-sages wherein affection contrived to give a witchcraft, surpassing the deep attraction of its own truth, to a parcel of accidental and trivial circumstances. In looking backward they may find that several things which were not the

out of heaven seizes only upon those of tender age, and although a beauty overpowering all analysis or compari-son and putting us quite beside ourselves we can seldom see after thirty years, yet the remembrance of these vi-sions outlasts all other remembrances, and is a wreath of flowers on the oldest brows. But here is a strange fact; it may seem to many men, in revising their experience, that they have no fairer page in their life’s book than the deli-cious memory of some passages wherein affection con-

those of tender age, and although a beauty over-powering all analysis or comparison and putting us quite beside ourselves we can seldom see after thirty years, yet the remembrance of these visions outlasts all other remembrances, and is a wreath of flowers on the oldest brows. But here is a strange fact; it may seem to many men, in revising their experience, that they have no fairer page in their life’s book than the delicious memory of some passages wherein affection contrived to give a witchcraft, surpassing the deep at-

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I have been told that in some public discourses of mine my reverence for the intellect has made me unjustly cold to the personal relations. But now I almost shrink at the remembrance of such disparaging words. For per-sons are love’s world, and the coldest philosopher can-not recount the debt of the young soul wandering here in nature to the power of love, without being tempted to unsay, as treasonable to nature, aught derogatory to the social instincts. For though the celestial rapture

I have been told that in some public discourses of mine my reverence for the intellect has made me unjustly cold to the personal relations. But now I al-most shrink at the remembrance of such disparaging words. For persons are love’s world, and the coldest philosopher cannot recount the debt of the young soul wandering here in nature to the power of love, without being tempted to unsay, as treasonable to nature, aught derogatory to the social instincts. For though the celestial rapture falling out of heaven

I have been told that in some public discourses of mine my reverence for the intellect has made me unjustly cold to the personal relations. But now I almost shrink at the remembrance of such disparaging words. For per-sons are love’s world, and the coldest philosopher cannot recount the debt of the young soul wandering here in nature to the power of love, without being tempted to unsay, as treasonable to nature, aught derogatory to the social instincts. For though the celestial rapture falling out of heaven seizes only upon those of tender age, and although a beauty overpower-

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ing all analysis or comparison and putting us quite beside ourselves we can seldom see after thirty years, yet the remembrance of these visions outlasts all other remembrances, and is a wreath of flowers on the oldest brows. But here is a strange fact; it may seem to many men, in revising their experience, that they have no fairer page in their life’s book than the delicious memory of some passages wherein affection contrived to give a witchcraft, surpassing the deep attraction of its own truth, to a parcel of accidental and trivial circumstances. In looking backward they may find

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