Brilliantly, satirically, with the serpent's wisdom, the author discloses him to you, between these covers -- a laugh on every page.
ry a woman--against all his instincts, his sense of self-preservation, and his better judgment.
True Love, in a born flirt, is evidenced by his inability to think of any other woman, while he is kissing a particular one.
True Love, in an author, is demonstrated by his self-restraint, in refusing to make "copy" out of a love affair.
True Love, in a college boy, is expressed by his ability to think of somebody besides himself for a whole hour at a time.
It is the flash of light, by which one sees clearly that to do for another, give to another, and sacrifice for another, will get one the most happiness out of life.
True Love, in the poet, is expressed in soul kisses, and by his inability to do any work for days at a time.
We speak of "falling in love," as though it were a pit or an abyss; but True Love is the light on the mountain-top, to which we must eternally climb.
True Love is a relic of the Victorian Age.
It still exists, here and there, lik