Incidentally the Scriptures treat of it....
But, after all, love is love.

You can't make it more than it is by law and custom; you can't make it less; you can't summon it; you can't dismiss it....

And I believe that I'd be inclined to take it, however offered, if it were really love." "That is unmoral, dear," said Rita, smiling.
"I'm not unmoral, am I ?" "Well--your philosophy sounds Pagan." "Does it?
Then, as you say, perhaps I'd better run if anything resembling love threatens me." "The nymphs ran--in Pagan times." "And the gods ran after them," returned Valerie, laughing.

"I've a very fine specimen of god as a friend, by the way--a Protean gentleman with three quick-change stunts.

He's a perfectly good god, too, but he never ran after me or tried to kiss me." "You _don't_ mean Querida, then." "No.