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

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

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

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

Then is Love blest, when from the cup of the body he drinks the wine of the soul.

Were Love exempt from the militations of Necessity, he were greater than God and the World.

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