In the middle of the journey of our life I came to myself within a dark wood where the straight way was lost.

This sorrow weighs upon the melancholy souls of those who lived without infamy or praise.

There is a gentle thought that often springs to life in me, because it speaks of you.

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

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.

The mouse had fallen in with evil cats.

For where the instrument of intelligence is added to brute power and evil will, mankind is powerless in its own defense.