All mankind loves a lover.

Hence arose the saying, "If I love you, what is that to you?" We say so, because we feel that what we love is not in your will, but above it. It is not you, but your radiance. It is that which you know not in yourself, and can never know.

All mankind love a lover.

A mind might ponder its thought for ages, and not gain so much self-knowledge as the passion of love shall teach it in a day.

Never self-possessed, or prudent, love is all abandonment.

We love force and we care very little how it is exhibited