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

There, pride, avarice, and envy are the tongues men know and heed, a Babel of depsair

Love can move the Sun and the stars.

I found myself within a forest dark.

He who know most grieves most for wasted time.

Still desiring, we live without hope.

When we encountered a band of souls coming along the barrier, and each was gazing at us in the evening people gaze at one another under the new moon