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.

Hope not ever to see heaven. I come to lead you to the other shore; into the eternal darkness; into fire and ice.

In each fire there is a spirit; Each one is wrapped in what is burning him.

As the geometer intently seeks to square the circle, but he cannot reach, through thought on thought, the principle he needs, so I searched that strange sight.

Thus you may understand that love alone is the true seed of every merit in you, and of all acts for which you must atone.

I presumed to fix my look on the eternal light so long that I consumed my sight thereon.

Mankind, why do ye set your hearts on things That, of necessity, may not be shared?