Midway along the journey of our life I woke to find myself in a dark wood, for I had wandered off from the straight path. How hard it is to tell what it was like, this wood of wilderness, savage and stubborn (the thought of it brings back all my old fears), a bitter place! Death could scarce be bitterer. But if I would show the good that came of it I must talk about things other than the good.

My course is set for an uncharted sea.

The glory of Him who moves everything penetrates through the universe, and is resplendent in one part more and in another less.

The more perfect a thing is, the more susceptible to good and bad treatment it is.

I care not where my body may take me as long as my soul is embarked on a meaningful journey.

He listens well who takes notes.

The wisest are the most annoyed at the loss of time.