courtship, is apt to go out.

* * *

Love takes no though of surroundings: an empty compartment is as good as
a coppice. Give it privacy, it is satisfied.

* * *

In love, we would much rather give than take. Yet, if the giving is
one-sided, there is trouble. And

Love brooks no half measures. Again,

Trust a woman to calculate the breaking-strain of her lover's heart. But
she will never let him off with less than the maximum stress.

* * *

When love is dead, it is perhaps best soonest buried.

* * *

In astronomy, to determine the motions of three bodies mutually
attractive is admittedly difficult. It is easy compared with the same
problem in love.

* * *

A man's work and a woman's love, though to each the sum-total of life,
are often things wholly and totally dissociated.

Man, the egoist, thinks that if the woman loves him, by consequence she
will love his work. It may be, but usually, non sequitur; for

Few are the women who can understand a man's work:

For thousands of years man has worked in the hunting-field, in the
market-place in the camp; for an equal length of time woman has worked by
the cradle, by the hearth. Accordingly,

Man has two sides to his nature, woman but one:

Man wears one aspect when facing the world; he wears quite another aspect
when facing women;

At their work, men are rigid, frigid, austere, sever, peremptory,
tyrannical, downright;

With women, . . . . . .Humph!--Wherefore,

O strenuous and high-aspiring man, in thy work, seek not from woman's
love what woman's love cannot give; but set thy face 90 as a flint.
Bethink thee of the fate of Anthony. For

Man's chief business in the world is: Work.

Woman's chief business in the world is; Love.

Man's love (perhaps just because it is his play-thing, not his business)
is more finely tempered than is woman's, and takes on a finer edge. For
this very reason it is the more easily turned, and is the less useful.
--It is the pocket-knife, not the lancet, that is oftener called into
requisition. Also,

Man's love is usually a highly ephemeral affair.

With a man, love is like hunger or thirst: he makes a great fuss over it;
he forgets when it is appeased. Yet

When "passion's trance" is overpast, it is fortunate if affection takes
its place. So too,

In love it is the man who protests; and

That man is fortunate, who, after marriage, has not some dubious
reflections as to whether he has protest