Love is based on inequality as friendship is on equality.

Tread softly, for you tread on my dreams

Is it not certain that the Creator yawns in earthquake and thunder and other popular displays, but toils in rounding the delicate spiral of a shell? -Yeats, The Trembling of the Veil

It seems that I must bid the Muse to pack, / Choose Plato and Plotinus for a friend / Until imagination, ear and eye, / Can be content with argument and deal / In abstract things; or be derided by / A sort of battered kettle at the heel.

What man does not understand, he fears; and what he fears, he tends to destroy.

We taste and feel and see the truth. We do not reason ourselves into it.

Who mocks at music mocks at love.