"So, one should be calculating in love?"
"Strongly, incredibly calculating when it is to let loose one of the wildest propensities!"
"Propensities?"
"Propensities! Yes!"
"You don't believe In love?"
"You propose questions which have no answer! Believe in love in general? What do you mean by that? There exists a mass of species of love, as much contrasted as black and white! I cannot believe in two of them at the same time, or all of them at once."
"And the highest species?"
"The intellectual; in three stories but as the English house. Above is the study, beneath the sleeping room and in the basement the kitchen."
"So practical! But love, a great love, is not calculating, that I have imagined as the highest, as a storm, a lightning stroke, a cataract!"
"As a rude, uncurbed power of nature? So it appears to the animals and the lower varieties of human beings...."