Francis Bacon Love Quotations

It is impossible to love and to be wise.

It is a true rule that love is ever rewarded, either with the reciproque or with an inward and secret contempt.

Nuptial love maketh mankind; friendly love perfecteth it; but wanton love corrupteth and embaseth it.

It is impossible to love and be wise

For a crowd is not company; and faces are but a gallery of pictures; and talk but a tinkling cymbal, where there is no love.

The speaking in perpetual hyperbole is comely in nothing but love

Seek not proud wealth; but such as thou mayest get justly, use soberly, distribute cheerfully, and love contentedly

Why should I be angry with a man for loving himself better than me?

Nuptial love makes mankind; friendly love perfects it; but wanton love corrupts and debases it.

God loveth the clean.

There is in man's nature a secret inclination and motion towards love of others, which, if it be not spent upon some one or a few, doth naturally spread itself towards many, and maketh men become humane and charitable, as it is seen sometimes in friars. Nuptial love maketh mankind, friendly love perfecteth it, but wanton love corrupteth and embaseth it.

The stage is more beholding to love than the life of man. For as to the stage, love is ever matter of comedies and now and then of tragedies; but in life it doth much mischief, sometimes like a Siren, sometimes like a Fury.

The creative process is a cocktail of instinct, skill, culture and a highly creative feverishness. It is not like a drug; it is a particular state when everything happens very quickly, a mixture of consciousness and unconsciousness , of fear and pleasure; it's a little like making love, the physical act of love.

My painting is not violent, it's life that is violent. Even within the most beautiful landscape, in the trees, under the leaves, the insects are eating each other; violence is a part of life. We are born with a scream; we come into life with a scream and maybe love is a mosquito net between the fear of living and the fear of death.

Why should a man be in love with his fetters, though of gold?

The speaking in a perpetual hyperbole is comely in nothing but love.