Passion is Love's blind guide, but the only one he hath.
Thou canst not pray to God without praying to Love, but mayest pray to Love without praying to God.
Wail not too wildly for expiring Love: The Love that dies was never quite alive.
It is no wonder if Art frequently prefers Illusion to Truth: for Illusion is her servant, but Truth her mistress.
The three eldest children of Necessity: God, the World and love.
As the bud a leaf, so at last the thought becomes a word.