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

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

In the religion of Love the courtesan is a heretic; but the nun is an atheist.

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

Every veil secretly desires to be lifted, except the veil of Hypocrisy.

Love is God's essence; Power but his attribute: therefore is his love greater than his power.

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