Love is wont to visit Man in the company of Desire; but Woman by himself.
It is no wonder if Art frequently prefers Illusion to Truth: for Illusion is her servant, but Truth her mistress.
As the bud a leaf, so at last the thought becomes a word.
Thou canst not pray to God without praying to Love, but mayest pray to Love without praying to God.
Passion is Love's blind guide, but the only one he hath.
Would the atheist continue such, let him beware how he admits Love into his breast: for God will surely come along with him.