Will cannot be quenched against its will.

The whole universe is but the footprint of the Divine goodness.

Consider your origins: you were not made to live as brutes, but to follow virtue and knowledge.

Do ye not comprehend that we are worms born to bring forth the angelic butterfly that flieth unto judgment without screen?

But the stars that marked our starting fall away. We must go deeper into greater pain, for it is not permitted that we stay.

The man who lies asleep will never waken fame.

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.