~Love.~--Fie, fie! how wayward is this foolish love, that, like a testy
babe, will scratch the nurse, and presently, all humbled, will kiss the
rod!--_Shakespeare._
Love is the cross and passion of the heart; its end, its errand.--_P. L.
Bailey._
Love is frightened at the intervals of insensibility and callousness
that encroach by little and little on the dominion of grief, and it
makes efforts to recall the keenness of the first anguish.--_George
Eliot._
Love while 't is day; night cometh soon, wherein no man or maiden
may.--_Joaquin Miller._
Love has a way of cheating itself consciously, like a child who plays at
solitary hide-and-seek; it is pleased with assurances that it all the
while disbelieves.--_George Eliot._
As soon go kindle fire with snow, as seek to quench the fire of love
with words.--_Shakespeare._
Loves change sure as man or moon, and wane like warm full days of
June.--_Joaquin Miller._
Take of love as a sober man takes wine; do not get drunk.--_Alfred de
Musset._
Love is the admiration and cherishing of the amiable qualities of the
beloved person, upon the condition of yourself being the object of their
action. The qualities of the sexes correspond. The man's courage is
loved by the woman, whose fortitude again is coveted by the man. His
vigorous intellect is answered by her infallible tact. Can it be true,
what is so constantly affirmed, that there is no sex in souls? I doubt
it--I doubt it exceedingly.--_Coleridge._