As the bud a leaf, so at last the thought becomes a word.
Life without Love is as a flower without fragrance.
Would the atheist continue such, let him beware how he admits Love into his breast: for God will surely come along with him.
Passion is Love's blind guide, but the only one he hath.
It is no wonder if Art frequently prefers Illusion to Truth: for Illusion is her servant, but Truth her mistress.
Thou canst not pray to God without praying to Love, but mayest pray to Love without praying to God.