Alack-a-day! The senses never reason.

Love sometimes wrecks its barque upon the rocks to prove that they harbor
no mirage.

Love sometimes forgets that it is possible to probe too far.

Love, in pursuit of love, sometimes vivisects as unconsciously as a
science in pursuit of life.

* * *

Women detect the dawn of love while it is still midnight with a man.
That is to say,

A woman knows a man is in love with her long before he is aware of it
himself. Except perhaps in this once circumstance: when she herself is
in love with somebody else. And this is a highly important circumstance.

* * *

Wholly to satisfy masculine infatuation is given to no woman. And
perhaps

Wholly to satisfy feminine caprice is given to no man. So, sometimes,

The last refuge of an unrequited love is the belief that love will create
love. Nothing can be more futile than such a faith. Yet

Love without hope, has its mitigations; but