Wail not too wildly for expiring Love: The Love that dies was never quite alive.
The three eldest children of Necessity: God, the World and love.
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.
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.