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

It may be that a more subtle person would find for this thing a reason of greater subtlety: but such is the reason that I find, and that liketh me best.

Love and the gentle heart are but the same thing.

The day that man allows true love to appear, those things which are well made will fall into cofusion and will overturn everything we believe to be right and true.

A man's renown is like the hue of grass, Which comes and goes.

Through me you go into a city of weeping; through me you go into eternal pain; through me you go amongst the lost people

Love, that exempts no one beloved from loving, seized me with pleasure of this man so strongly, that, as thou seest, it doth not yet desert me.