In that part of the book of my memory before which little can be read, there is a heading, which says: ‘Incipit vita nova: Here begins the new life’.

Small projects need much more help than great.

I found myself within a forest dark.

I am made of God, through his Grace. Such that your misery touches me not, Nor does flame of that burning assail me.

Still desiring, we live without hope.

The man who lies asleep will never waken fame.

What shall one do with the verse, if he knows not That?