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

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

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

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

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

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

Life without Love is as a flower without fragrance.