Every veil secretly desires to be lifted, except the veil of Hypocrisy.
Were Love exempt from the militations of Necessity, he were greater than God and the World.
Trust Love, nor fear to soar upon his track. The wings that bore to Heaven will bear thee back.
Love is wont to visit Man in the company of Desire; but Woman by himself.
Wail not too wildly for expiring Love: The Love that dies was never quite alive.
As the bud a leaf, so at last the thought becomes a word.