m to be aware of it, love requires constant
replenishing: no flame can burn without a feeding oil, no pool overflow
with out a purling brook. Yet
The first ecstasies of love often blind both lover and lass to the care
necessary for the nurture of love. Indeed,
To many treat love as if it were a passing whim; whereas in sober reality
it is (or should be) a lasting emotion.
* * *
Love, with woman, is like the tides. And
Few women know the high-water mark of their love: they are always
harboring the belief that it may rise still higher; and often they await
that rise.
* * *
It is but the reflection of himself in his mistress that many a foolish
lover loves.
* * *
That aged spinster is a rare one who does not regret she did not accept
one of her lovers. But
That younger spinster is not to be envied who has to make choice of
several.
Youth glories in the multiplicity of its lovers; age sometimes wishes it
had had but one.
* * *
The unloved think lad the one thing needful. The beloved know that an
ocean of love could be swallowed up and the parched soul cry out athirst.
* * *
It is not well either to confide or confess too much.
A very small rock will wreck a very big ship, and a very small slip will
spoil a very long life.
* * *
The pain which lovers cause each other--through fickleness, languidness,
jealousy, and the thousand natural shocks that love is heir to--is not
altogether pain, though at the moment it may seem the most poignant
anguish the human soul could suffer. One proof of this lies in the fact
that
There are few who would choose to have missed love's pangs altogether.
Perhaps the pleasure intermixed with love's pangs arises from the thought
that the other is the cause of our suffering. For,
In all love, it is the sacrifice of oneself for the other that brings
keenest joy. And yet
There is an element of self-love in the very extremest of love. Since
Love, after all, is a debtor and creditor affair. (Who ever loved with
no hope of return?) It is when one of the parties declares him-or
her-self insolvent that the account is closed--with many tears and sighs
on the part of the chief creditor. At all events
The intenser the love, the more flawless does its object appear. For
The surest test of the sincerity of love is that it thinketh no evil.
The surest test of a waning love is that it begins not to content itself
when it sees its object
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