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

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.

Life without Love is as a flower without fragrance.

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

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

Love is wont to visit Man in the company of Desire; but Woman by himself.