WHAT IS LOVE?

It is easier to answer this question by a thousand instances, than by one

definition, which can comprehend them all. What is Love? It is anything

you please. It is a prism, through which the eye beholds the same object

in various colours; it is a heaven of bliss, or a hell of torture; a

thirst of the heart--an appetite which we spiritualize; a pure expansion

of the soul, but which sooner or later becomes metamorphosed into an

animal passion--a diamond statue with feet of clay. It is a dream--a

delirium, a desire for danger, and a hope of conquest; it is that which

everyone abjures, and everyone covets; it is the end, the great end, and

the only end of life. Love, in short, is a tyrannical influence which none

can escape; and however metaphysicians may define the passion, it appears

to me that it is wholly dependent on the mysterious

[Illustration: LAWS OF ATTRACTION.]