As the bud a leaf, so at last the thought becomes a word.
Every veil secretly desires to be lifted, except the veil of Hypocrisy.
Life without Love is as a flower without fragrance.
In the religion of Love the courtesan is a heretic; but the nun is an atheist.
Passion is Love's blind guide, but the only one he hath.
Love is wont to visit Man in the company of Desire; but Woman by himself.