Do ye not comprehend that we are worms born to bring forth the angelic butterfly that flieth unto judgment without screen?

Those ancients who in poetry presented the golden age, who sang its happy state, perhaps, in their Parnassus, dreamt this place. Here, mankind's root was innocent; and here were every fruit and never-ending spring; these streams--the nectar of which poets sing.

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

At grief so deep the tongue must wag in vain; the language of our sense and memory lacks the vocabulary of such pain.

Where the way is hardest, there go thou; Follow your own path and let people talk.

Pure essence, and pure matter, and the two joined into one were shot forth without flaw, like three bright arrows from a three-string bow.

The heavens call to you, and circle about you, displaying to you their eternal splendors, and your eye gazes only to earth.