Imagination plays a large role in matters related to love. People could interpret this in a variety of ways. Therefore, man regards love as some sort of a scared religion while woman considers it as a daily morality. While the former is thrilling, the latter is more serviceable in nature.

Religion and love are closely related. Both elevate and inspire. Love, as a religion, is unmatched by any other if faith, charity, and hope form its foundation. The only religion that has not burnt any heretics at the stake is love, and there is a good reason for this–women are both its objects and high priests.

Love, religion, and art are different aspects of the same emotions of reverence, awe, sacrifice, and worship for a supreme ideal. Love is not aware of any creed. It has no diety except iself. It is autonomous in the sense that it accepts its own sanction.

Love refuses to bow to the authority of reason. There has always been a never-ending strife between love and reason. To put in simply, there are two codes of ethic: one related to romance or the heart and the other related to reason or the head. So far, nobody has been able to assimilate them.

Deep within itself, the heart knows that reason is right. In its highest flights, the reason knows the heart is right. The human soul seems, in this sense, to comprise a divine duality.

Ultimately, all that love seeks is love itself. And in seeking itself, love does not know that it is on a neverending search. Love, after all, is an endless attempt to realize the Ideal. It beckons a person to overcome difficult obstables and explore unknown territories. It promises endless possibilities unsupported by reason. It lures a person to a goal unimagined by mind.

Nevertheless, it has a number of false forms and disguises. And women and men interpret it in different ways. In reality, different women and different men interpret it in various ways. One woman might consider love to be like the bright sun that rises once in her life-time and floods her world with its brilliant light. It dazzles her as it brightens her world. Another woman might consider love to a star, and fresh stars appear every hour in her life while she is not in the least affected by any of them.

Saying that many women don’t really understand whether they are in love or not would not be wrong. She rightly perceives that many men seek her love but she takes her own sweet time to decide which of her admirers is the most worthy, most zealous, most appealing to her heart, or most takes her fancy. Her hesitation exasperates men, more so the individual seeker of a woman’s love.

Men, overcome by their own impulsive nature, detest it when women calculate. Man wonders why a woman should take so much time to consider when he stakes all that he has on impulse in matters of love? Foolish man forgets that women always weigh men’s declaration of love carefully and that this is but natural and legitimate.

When a woman considers matters related to love, she does not bother to think about the power of the momentary impulse, but about the lasting quality of the man’s emotion. Woman, therefore, unwittingly obeys the great laws of nature.