Love is wont to visit Man in the company of Desire; but Woman by himself.

It is no wonder if Art frequently prefers Illusion to Truth: for Illusion is her servant, but Truth her mistress.

Trust Love, nor fear to soar upon his track. The wings that bore to Heaven will bear thee back.

Were Love exempt from the militations of Necessity, he were greater than God and the World.

Wail not too wildly for expiring Love: The Love that dies was never quite alive.

Love is wont to visit Man in the company of Desire; but Woman by himself.

Life without Love is as a flower without fragrance.