Love seeketh not itself to please, nor for itself hath any care, but for another gives its ease, and builds a Heaven in Hell's despair.

For Mercy has a human heart Pity, a human face: And Love, the human form divine, And Peace, the human dress.

Exuberance is beauty.

Prudence is a rich, ugly, old maid courted by incapacity.

Do what you will this life's a fiction, And is made up of contradiction.

thus men forgot that all deities reside in the human breast.

To the eyes of a miser a guinea is more beautiful than the sun, and a bag worn with the use of money has more beautiful proportions than a vine filled with grapes.