by experience, even if we do miss the mark many times.

The greatest sin in such cases as this is the sin against self. The law of being is love, and in order to live, love must express itself honestly.

How is love to express itself honestly under dishonest conditions of mind? When it has to sneak into dark corners to express itself, love soon dies and contempt festers in its place. This is proved by the stories of all illicit love affairs which are permitted to run their course.

Love grows only in an atmosphere of honesty; cramped in a corner it soon dies.

Love grows by what it feeds upon. How then can it continue to live when fed upon the poison of deceit and treachery to others and to one's own conscience?

Only yesterday I had a letter from a heart broken actress whose lover 's love has cooled and died. How can such things end any other way?

Honesty is natural. Dishonesty is unnatural. The illicit lover must hug dark corners and dodge in and out. He must lie and crouch and hide and pretend, in order to gratify his love. He must live in a strained, unnatural mental and even physical attitude. He grows crooked and misshapen, mentally and physically. And the strain tells on him exactly as any physical strain tells on anybody. Eventually he wakes up to the truth that the game is not worth the candle. His ardor cools, he grows critical.

About the time he wakes up the woman wakes up too. He wakes up to the fact that it is better to be square with the world and himself than to skulk and crouch for the sake of a love. He discovers that the world offers other loves, and he has another, or can marry one, whom he can love in the daylight.