Part 59

Love is an Oriental despot.--Madame Swetchine.

We must love as looking one day to hate.--George Herbert.

Love with old men is as the sun upon the snow, it dazzles more than it warms them.--J. Petit Senn.

Love is lowliness; on the wedding ring sparkles no jewel.--Richter.

Love alone is wisdom, love alone is power; and where love seems to fail, it is where self has stepped between and dulled the potency of its rays.--George MacDonald.

To speak of love is to make love.--Balzac.

A man may be a miser of his wealth; he may tie up his talent in a napkin; he may hug himself in his reputation; but he is always generous in his love. Love cannot stay at home; a man cannot keep it to himself. Like light, it is constantly traveling. A man must spend it, must give it away.--Macleod.

Repining love is the stillest; the shady flowers in this spring as in the other, shun sunlight.--Richter.

Love is like the moon; when it does not increase it decreases.--Ségur.

Love is the most terrible, and also the most generous of the passions: it is the only one that includes in its dreams the happiness of some one else.--Alphonse Karr.

A woman whom we truly love is a religion.--Emile de Girardin.

Childhood is only a wearisome prologue: the first act of the human comedy opens only at the moment when love makes a breach in our hearts.--Arsène Houssaye.

The religion of humanity is love.--Mazzini.

He who is intoxicated with wine will be sober again in the course of the night, but he who is intoxicated by the cup-bearer will not recover his senses until the day of judgment.--Saadi.

Love reasons without reason.--Shakespeare.

It seems to me that the coming of love is like the coming of spring--the date is not to be reckoned by the calendar. It may be slow and gradual; it may be quick and sudden. But in the morning, when we wake and recognize a change in the world without, verdure on the trees, blossoms on the sward, warmth in the sunshine, music in the air, we say spring has come.--Bulwer-Lytton.

Love and a cough cannot be hid.--George Herbert.

Love is the most dunder-headed of all the passions; it never will listen to reason. The very rudiments of logic are unknown to it. "Love has no wherefore," says one of the Latin poets.--Bulwer-Lytton.

Love in marriage should be the accomplishment of a beautiful dream, and not, as it too often is, the end.--Alphonse Karr.

One dies twice: to cease to live is nothing, but to cease to love and to be loved is an insupportable death.--Voltaire.

The heart of a woman is never so full of affection that there does not remain a little corner for flattery and love.--Mauvaux.

Love is always blind and tears his hands whenever he tries to gather roses.--Arsène Houssaye.

Love is a canvas furnished by Nature and embroidered by imagination.--Voltaire.

Oh! I was mad to intoxicate myself with the wine of love, and to extend my hand to the crown of poets. Pleasure! Poetry! you are perfidious friends. Pain follows you closely.--Arsène Houssaye.

If love gives wit to fools, it undoubtedly takes it from wits.--Alphonse Karr.

In love, as in everything else, experience is a physician who never comes until after the disorder is cured.--Mme. de la Tour.

One expresses well only the love he does not feel.--Alphonse Karr.

In love, as in war, a fortress that parleys is half taken.--Marguerite de Valois.