Its very essence is the preferring of the comfort, the ease, the wishes of another to one's own, _for the_ love we bear them.

Love is giving, and not receiving.

Love is not a sheet of blotting-paper or a sponge, sucking in every thing to itself; it is an out-springing fountain, giving from itself.

Love's motto has been dropped in this world as a chance gem of great price by the loveliest, the fairest, the purest, the strongest of Lovers that ever trod this mortal earth, of whom it is recorded that He said, "It is more blessed to give than to receive." Now, in love, there are ten receivers to one giver.

There are ten persons in this world who like to be loved and love love, where there is one who knows _how to love_.