Love raises everything to a higher plane; but nothing higher than the man
or woman who is loved.

Is there anything about which love does not shed a halo? Indeed,

Love is a sort of transfiguration. And when on the mount, we can very
truly say, "It is good for us to be here".

If there is any sublunary thing equal in value to the true love of a
faithful woman, it has not yet entered into the heart of man to conceive.


True love makes all things loveable,--except perhaps the chaperon.

Was there ever man or woman yet who was not bettered by a true love?

True love is ever diffident and fearful of its own venturesomeness (3).
But this not every woman understands.

Too often the Phantasm of love and not the Verity wins the day (4).
Women who seek a real lover should beware the overbold one.

(3) Cf. "La volupte Nous rend hardis, l'amour nous rend timides."
--Voltaire, La Pucelle, Chant vi.

(4) See Leopardi, "Storia del Genere Humano", where the Verities of Truth
and Love and Justice never leave the throne of Jove, but their Phantasms
are sent down amongst men.

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