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

Life without Love is as a flower without fragrance.

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

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

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

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

If Pity come as Pity, bid her stay; But if in guise of Love, chase her away.