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

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

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

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

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

Life without Love is as a flower without fragrance.

Thou canst not pray to God without praying to Love, but mayest pray to Love without praying to God.