Were Love exempt from the militations of Necessity, he were greater than God and the World.
Life without Love is as a flower without fragrance.
If Pity come as Pity, bid her stay; But if in guise of Love, chase her away.
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.
Then is Love blest, when from the cup of the body he drinks the wine of the soul.