Every veil secretly desires to be lifted, except the veil of Hypocrisy.
If Pity come as Pity, bid her stay; But if in guise of Love, chase her away.
Would the atheist continue such, let him beware how he admits Love into his breast: for God will surely come along with him.
Then is Love blest, when from the cup of the body he drinks the wine of the soul.
Passion is Love's blind guide, but the only one he hath.
It is no wonder if Art frequently prefers Illusion to Truth: for Illusion is her servant, but Truth her mistress.