Another hindrance to love is its dependence on the beauty of the ideal, be it physical beauty, beauty of thought, of character, or of personality. Whatever beauty it may be, whenever love depends for its continuance or for its existence upon the beauty of its object, it must some day fall. Therefore true love does not regard the body, the external object; in point of fact love prepares its own ideal. For when a person says, "O, I have loved you for your beauty", what will he say when youth has gone and the beauty is lost? Where will the love be then? The love will change too. And if love has gone with the passing of the beauty of the object of its love, what then? Another may say, "O, I love you for your personality", and yet perhaps within a month the beloved may not show the same personality, the same attractive goodness. What then?