As the bud a leaf, so at last the thought becomes a word.
Would the atheist continue such, let him beware how he admits Love into his breast: for God will surely come along with him.
Wail not too wildly for expiring Love: The Love that dies was never quite alive.
In the religion of Love the courtesan is a heretic; but the nun is an atheist.
Love is wont to visit Man in the company of Desire; but Woman by himself.
Trust Love, nor fear to soar upon his track. The wings that bore to Heaven will bear thee back.