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