Celibacy is not just a matter of not having sex. It is a way of admiring a person for their humanity, maybe even for their beauty.
A celibate, like the fly in the heart of an apple, dwells in a perpetual sweetness, but sits alone, and is confined and dies in singularity.
Marriage may often be a stormy lake, but celibacy is almost always a muddy horse pond.
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