Love speaks two languages:  one with the lips; the other with the eyes.  (There is really a third; but this is Pentecostal.) At all events,

Lovers always talk in a cryptic tongue.

There is but one universal language:  the ocular—­not Volapuk nor
Esperanto is as intelligible or as efficacious as this.

* * *

No woman can be coerced into love,—­though she may be coerced into marriage.  And

Man, the clumsy wielder of one blunt weapon, often enough stands agape at his own powerlessness before the invulnerable woman of his desire.  Indeed,

The battle between the coquettish maid and determined man is like the battle between the Retiarius and the Mirmillio.  The coquetry ensnares the man as with a net against which his sword is useless.

* * *

A woman’s emotions are as practical as a man’s reason.

A man’s emotions are never practical.  This is why,

In the emotional matter of love, men and women so often lash.  And perhaps

It is a beneficial thing for the race that a woman’s emotions are practical.  For

If neither the man nor the woman curbed the mettlesome Pegasus “Emotion”, methinks the colts and fillies would want for hay and oats. * * *

It is a moot question which is the more fatally fascinating:  the uniformed nurse or the weeded widow.  But

Who has yet discovered the secret springs of fascination?  For example,

How is it that certain eyes and lips will enthrall, while others leave us cold and inert?

Does the potency lie in the eyes and the lips, or is there some inscrutable and psychic power?  At all events, who will explain how it is that

A man will sometimes forsake the most beautiful of wives and a woman will forsake the kindest of husbands to follow recklessly one who admits no comparison with the one forsaken?  All we can say is that

The potency of personality exceeds the potency of beauty.  For, Powerful as is physical charm, it counts not for all in the matter of love.  Yet what it may be that does count, and how and why it does count, no man living shall say.  For

Is even love aware of all its seeks?  And

Is it given to any to grant all that love beseeches?  And yet

Were all love sought bestowed, what sequel?

Perhaps ’t were well to leave love but semi-satisfied.  At bottom the real question is this:  What will win and keep me another heart?  But

How to win and keep another heart, that is a thing has to be found out for oneself—­if it be discoverable.  And always by the experimental method.  Since

In matters amatory, there is no a priori reasoning possible.  All we know is that

There is nothing more potent than passion.  And

The chasm, which seems to innocence to yawn between virtue and frailty, is leapt by that Pegasus, Passion, at a bound—­but he blinds his rider in the feat.