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

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

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

Would the atheist continue such, let him beware how he admits Love into his breast: for God will surely come along with him.

If Pity come as Pity, bid her stay; But if in guise of Love, chase her away.

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

Life without Love is as a flower without fragrance.