A prayer may chance to rise From one whose heart lives in the grace of God. A prayer from any other is unheeded.

The more a thing is perfect, the more it feels pleasure and likewise pain.

Many have justice in their hearts, but slowly it is let fly, for it comes not without council to the bow.

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

I saw a point that shone with light so keen, the eye that sees it cannot bear its blazing; the star that is for us the smallest one would seem a moon if placed beside this point.

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

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’.