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

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

Passion is Love's blind guide, but the only one he hath.

Would the atheist continue such, let him beware how he admits Love into his breast: for God will surely come along with him.

Art achieves all little things by absolute truth: but all her great things need some admixture of illusion.

Thou canst not pray to God without praying to Love, but mayest pray to Love without praying to God.

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