A Lover (n.) creates because he despises: what does he know of love who never had to despise precisely what he loved?
A Lover (n.) lies well about himself and to himself — he seems transfigured, stronger, more perfect, and he is more perfect.
A Lover (n.) becomes a squanderer, an adventurer, an ass in magnanimity; he believes in God and virtue again because he believes in love — this happy idiot grows wings, and even the door of art opens to him.
A Lover (n.) is a good liar, to himself and about himself — and actually is stronger, richer, more perfect: a spendthrift, an adventurer, a donkey of generosity who believes in God again.
A Lover (n.) finds 'the human being under the skin' a horror and a blasphemy — as the believer once found natural law a slander against God.