Love may worship, it may adore, it may transfigure, it may exalt the
object of its devotion to the skies; but it cannot cause that object to
emit one ray of love in return.

* * *

Hate may be concealed; love never.

* * *

The greater the imaginative altitude of love, the lower the boiling
point. But

Love cannot always be kept at high pressure.

* * *

The young think love is the winning-post of life, the old know it is a
turn in the course. Nevertheless, it is a fateful turn.

* * *

In love, the imagination plays a very large part. And this may be
variously interpreted. Thus,

By man, love is regarded as a sort of sacred religion; by woman, as her
every-day morality. The former is the more exhilarating; but the latter
is more serviceable. Indeed,

Love and religion are very near akin: both inspire, and both elevate.