To merge the THEE and the ME into one--that is ever the attempt of love.
It is impossible. Yet, perhaps

They are happiest who can longest disbelieve in the impossibility of this
amatorial fusion; for it may be that such

Incredulity is favorable to romance.

* * *

Love is not exactly a sacrifice; it is an exchange. The lover, indeed,
gives his heart; he expects another in return.

* * *

Love is like life: no apparatus can manufacture it; kill it, and nothing
in the heavens above or in the earth beneath or in the waters under the
earth will resuscitate it.

How many a forlorn human wight has tried to resuscitate love!

* * *

To such heights does love exalt the lover that he or she will live for
days in the remembered delights of a look, a word, a gesture. But

One thing is impossible to love: love cannot create love; the intensest
and most fervent love is powerless to evoke a scintillation of love.