Trust Love, nor fear to soar upon his track. The wings that bore to Heaven will bear thee back.
Life without Love is as a flower without fragrance.
Every veil secretly desires to be lifted, except the veil of Hypocrisy.
As the bud a leaf, so at last the thought becomes a word.
Art achieves all little things by absolute truth: but all her great things need some admixture of illusion.
Love is wont to visit Man in the company of Desire; but Woman by himself.