Life without Love is as a flower without fragrance.
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.
Passion is Love's blind guide, but the only one he hath.
Would the atheist continue such, let him beware how he admits Love into his breast: for God will surely come along with him.
Thou canst not pray to God without praying to Love, but mayest pray to Love without praying to God.