as, with a man, a trivial passion is usually an affair more of the
senses or of the imagination than of the heart; with a woman every
passions is an affair of the heart.

A man, when first he is in love, is absorbed in the contemplation of the
object of his love. A woman is similarly situated is capable of making
comparisons.

It gives to woman's curiosity a curious pleasure to compare the methods
of men's proposals.

In love, a woman is generally cool enough to calculate pros and cons; a
man, in similar plight, is incapable of anything but folly.

* * *

It is a feminine motto that a woman needs to be taught how to love.
Perhaps she does; but most men will think one private tutor ought to
suffice, and that tutor ought to be he. At all events,

The last schoolmaster would be apt to regard with somewhat mixed feelings
the tuition of previous crammers.

Why go to the trouble of explaining away a first love, if the second is
no whit its inferior? Unless it be to overcome.

What a second love chiefly deplores is: that it was not he (or she) who
first taught his (or her) loved one to love. Is it not true also that

It is the first love that amazes, that beautifies, that consecrates?

(An illicit love beautifies and consecrates nothing:

A Maud leaves the daisies rosy; not so Faustine.)

Many a woman has given her heart to one lover and herself to another.
The first is always won; the second is sometimes extorted. Yet,

It is wonderful how a woman will contrive to make all her lovers believe
they are winners.

* * *

It often gives a lady a pleasure to give her lover a pang.

* * *

Not many but have tasted the bitterness of the conflict between the
desire of the flesh and the resentment of the spirit. Explain these terms
who may.

* * *

To attempt by erring to cure an erring lover, is to administer, not an
antidote, but an adjuvant. It works poison in the blood.
When (and if) in a tortuous love, a man arrives at a 'Don't give a damn'
stage, he is not to be classed with the animals known as docile. And as
to a woman. . . . . . . but polite language has its limits.

* * *

Many a man has be exasperated, not only by the audacity of his rival, but
by the equanimity with which his lady-love views that audacity. He
forgets that, as a rule,

Feminine complaisance varies directly as masculine audacity. And yet,
often enough, as a simple matter of fact, 118 Masculine diffidence is
vastly more po