Kindness in women, not their beauteous looks, Shall win my love.

The lover is moved by the thing loved, as the sense is by that which perceives, and it unites with it and they become one and the same thing... when the lover is united with the beloved it finds rest there; when the burden is laid down there it finds rest.

The real lover is the man who can thrill you by kissing your forehead.

Lovers, forget your love And list to the love of these. She a window flower. And he a winter breeze.

Love remains a secret even when spoken, for only a true lover truly knows that he is loved.

A picture or representation of human figures, ought to be done in such a way as that the spectator may easily recognise, by means of their attitudes, the purpose in their minds. Thus, if you have to represent a man of noble character in the act of speaking, let his gestures be such as naturally accompany good words; and, in the same way, if you wish to depict a man of a brutal nature, give him fierce movements; as with his arms flung out towards the listener, and his head and breast thrust forward beyond his feet, as if following the speaker's hands.