Under the pretext of study we spent our hours in the happiness of love, and learning held out to us the secret opportunities that our passion craved. Our speech was more of love than of the books which lay open before us; our kisses far outnumbered our reasoned words.
Peter Abelard (2012). “Historia Calamitatum - The Story Of My Misfortunes (Annotated Edition)”, p.16, Jazzybee Verlag
