Would the atheist continue such, let him beware how he admits Love into his breast: for God will surely come along with him.
Then is Love blest, when from the cup of the body he drinks the wine of the soul.
Love is wont to visit Man in the company of Desire; but Woman by himself.
Every veil secretly desires to be lifted, except the veil of Hypocrisy.
In the religion of Love the courtesan is a heretic; but the nun is an atheist.
It is no wonder if Art frequently prefers Illusion to Truth: for Illusion is her servant, but Truth her mistress.