Love consists in feeling the Sacred One beating inside the loved one.

That is very high praise, which is given you by faithful witness.

The first and the best victory is to conquer self.

For the poet is a light winged and holy thing, and there is no invention in him until he has been inspired and is out of his senses and the mind is no longer with him. When he has not attained this state he is powerless and unable to utter his oracles.

Love: a grave mental disease.

As the proverb says, "a good beginning is half the business" and "to have begun well" is praised by all.

The greatest penalty of evil-doing is to grow into the likeness of a bad man.