Love is God's essence; Power but his attribute: therefore is his love greater than his power.
If Pity come as Pity, bid her stay; But if in guise of Love, chase her away.
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.
Every veil secretly desires to be lifted, except the veil of Hypocrisy.
Would the atheist continue such, let him beware how he admits Love into his breast: for God will surely come along with him.