Were Love exempt from the militations of Necessity, he were greater than God and the World.
As the bud a leaf, so at last the thought becomes a word.
Wail not too wildly for expiring Love: The Love that dies was never quite alive.
If Pity come as Pity, bid her stay; But if in guise of Love, chase her away.
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.