... still call these few drops love, but it is no longer the clear, fresh, all-abounding child -love. It is love with anxiety and trouble, a consuming flame, a burning passion; love which wastes itself ... hot sand; love which is a longing, not a sacrifice; love which says "Wilt thou be mine," not love which says, "I must be thine." It is a most selfish, vacillating love. And ... one loves who shows not a sign of love that could not be imitated. And, again, I have thought that no one could know it unless he knew love himself, and that he could only believe in the love...