The infernal storm, eternal in its rage, sweeps and drives the spirits with its blast; it whirls them, lashing them with punishment. When they are swept back past their place of judgment then come the shrieks, laments, and anguished cries; there they blaspheme God's almighty power.
Love and the gentle heart are but the same thing.
My course is set for an uncharted sea.
Abandon every hope, you who enter.
A fair request should be followed by the deed in silence.
Give unto us this day the daily manna Without which, in this desert where we dwell, He must go backward who would most advance.