O power of fantasy that steals our minds from things outside, to leave us unaware, although a thousand trumpets may blow loud--what stirs you if the senses show you nothing? Light stirs you, formed in Heaven, by itself, or by His will Who sends it down to us.

I was so full of sleep at the time that I left the true way.

Pride, envy, avarice - these are the sparks have set on fire the hearts of all men.

You shall leave everything you love.

I made my own house be my gallows.

Because there is no man who can be true and just judge of himself, so much will self-love deceive him.

No one thinks of how much blood it costs.