“There is nothing more repulsive, to the man, than the urge to retreat back to himself. What is himself, if outside of the she whom he loves? If he had loved, then he’ll not love himself, ever again. To truth, there is protection of it. There is concealment of it, of her, of the one he loves. To protect, is to keep modest the vulnerable one from the afflictions of danger. For that is where a man knows truth, and thus, never lies to himself. Why else does a woman wish for honesty from a man? It is because if he is ever honest for himself, then he lies to himself and to her.
A man is most himself when he cares not for himself, and always for her. In love, a man would sacrifice what he cannot ever conceive to be a loss.”– Modern Romanticism