piece of steak to a divorce, if it
will make her happy.

True Love, in any man, is the essence of unselfishness; and the most
selfish thing in the world. It is the selfishness that transcends
selfishness; the vanity that puts egotism in the shade.

True Love, in a bachelor, is exemplified by his willingness to marry a
woman--against all his instincts, his sense of self-preservation, and
his better judgment.

True Love, in a born flirt, is evidenced by his inability to think of
any _other woman_, while he is kissing a particular one.

True Love, in an author, is demonstrated by his self-restraint, in
refusing to make "copy" out of a love affair.

True Love, in a college boy, is expressed by his ability to think of
somebody besides himself for a whole hour at a time.

It is the flash of light, by which one sees clearly that to do for
another, give to another, and sacrifice for another, will get one the
most happiness out of life.

True Love, in the poet, is expressed in soul kisses, and by his
inability to do any work for days at a time.

We speak of "falling in love," as though it were a pit or an abyss; but
True Love is the light on the mountain-top, to which we must eternally
climb.

True Love is a relic of the Victorian Age.

It still exists, here and there, like the buffalo; but in the face of
eugenics, feminism, and the growing masculine determination not to
marry, it may some day have to take a place beside the Dinosaurus in the
Public Museum.

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VARIATIONS

FLIRTATION is a duel in which the combatants cross lies, sighs and
eyes--and the coolest heart wins.

Falling in love consists merely in uncorking the imagination and
bottling the common-sense.

In the medley of love a man's soul sings a sonata, while his heart plays
a waltz and his pulse beats to rag-time.

Better be a strong man's "rib" than a weak man's "backbone."

True love isn't the kind that endures through long years of absence, but
the kind that endures through long years of propinquity.

A man seldom thinks of marrying when he meets his ideal woman; he waits
until he gets the marrying fever and then idealizes the first woman he
happens to meet.

Love is what tempts a man to tell foolish lies to a woman and a woman to
tell the fool truth to a man.

It took seven hundred guesses for Solomon to find out what kind of a
wife he wanted; and even then he seems to have had his doubts.

The only thing more ast