ed over-much. For
In love, it is the man, generally, who makes a fool of himself.
* * *
Love (like murder) will out. But
Jill keeps her secret better than Jack. For
A woman generally controls love: a man is controlled by it. And
Jill's very power of making-believe to be "fancy free" exasperates Jack.
* * *
It is a purely feminine ruse to apply a test to love--both her own and
that of her lover--to prove it true. A man would as soon as think of
applying a match to a powder magazine to prove it combustible.
Love in woman's eyes is the supreme and ultimate arbitrator. If she is
loved, love in her eyes will condone anything--anything. For
To prefer honor to love is a maxim to women unknown. With them love IS
honor. And therefore the maxim is meaningless--and needless.
* * *
It is a sort of legal--or rather charitable--fiction that women should
surrender only to love. In fact,
Do not even the lightest of Laises and Thaises make a show of being
swayed by love? And
No woman by too much love was ever spoiled. Man, remember
that!
* * *
The logic of the emotions differs from the logic of the intellect. As to
the senses--
Alack-a-day! The senses never reason.
Love sometimes wrecks its barque upon the rocks to prove that they harbor
no mirage.
Love sometimes forgets that it is possible to probe too far.
Love, in pursuit of love, sometimes vivisects as unconsciously as a
science in pursuit of life.
* * *
Women detect the dawn of love while it is still midnight with a man.
That is to say,
A woman knows a man is in love with her long before he is aware of it
himself. Except perhaps in this once circumstance: when she herself is
in love with somebody else. And this is a highly important circumstance.
* * *
Wholly to satisfy masculine infatuation is given to no woman. And
perhaps
Wholly to satisfy feminine caprice is given to no man. So, sometimes,
The last refuge of an unrequited love is the belief that love will create
love. Nothing can be more futile than such a faith. Yet
Love without hope, has its mitigations; but
How alleviate the pain of a love that mistook a simulated love for a true
one?
A simulated love is a contradiction in terms.
Either one loves or one does not, that is the conclusion of the whole
matter.
* * *
Love would rather suffer than forget.
Love would give the world to be able to exculpate a languid lover.
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