Art achieves all little things by absolute truth: but all her great things need some admixture of illusion.
As the bud a leaf, so at last the thought becomes a word.
Love is wont to visit Man in the company of Desire; but Woman by himself.
If Pity come as Pity, bid her stay; But if in guise of Love, chase her away.
It is no wonder if Art frequently prefers Illusion to Truth: for Illusion is her servant, but Truth her mistress.
In the religion of Love the courtesan is a heretic; but the nun is an atheist.