No sorrow is deeper than the remembrance of happiness when in misery.

In His will, our peace.

Love can move the Sun and the stars.

They had their faces twisted toward their haunches and found it necessary to walk backward, because they could not see ahead of them. ...And since he wanted so to see ahead, he looks behind and walks a backward path.

Like the lark that soars in the air, first singing, then silent, content with the last sweetness that satiates it, such seemed to me that image, the imprint of the Eternal Pleasure.

The only fit reply to a fit request is silence and the fact.

The path to paradise begins in hell.