And

If faith, hope, and charity are the basis of religion, there never was
such as religion as love. And

Love is the only religion in which there have been no heretics. Why?
Because woman are at once its object and its priesthood.

Love, art, and religion are but different phases of the same emotion:
awe, reverence, worship, and sacrifice in the presence of the supreme
ideal.

Love knows no creed. Nay more,

Love acknowledges no deity but itself and accepts no sanctions but its
own: it is autonomous. And yet--

And yet, love sometimes feels constrained to offer a liturgical
acquiescence to the rubric of Reason. In short,

Between the prelatical domination of Reason and the recusant
Protestantism of Love there has ever been strife. Or, in plain language,
There are two codes of ethics: one that of the romantic heart; the other
that of the practical head. Who shall assimilate them?

The heart, in its profoundest depths, feels that something is due to
Reason; and Reason, in its highest flights, feels that something is due
to the heart.

Is there a divine duplicity in the human soul? And yet, after all,