There is no greater pain than to remember, in our present grief, past happiness.

In judgement be ye not too confident, Even as a man who will appraise his corn When standing in a field, ere it is ripe.

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.

No one thinks of how much blood it costs.

No man may be so cursed by priest or pope but what the Eternal Love may still return while any thread of green lives on in hope.

Fame is not won on downy plumes nor under canopies; the man who consumes his days without obtaining it leaves such mark of himself on earth as smoke in air or foam on water.

Seldom indeed does human virtue rise From trunk to branch.