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

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

Thy soul is by vile fear assailed, which oft so overcasts a man, that he recoils from noblest resolution, like a beast at some false semblance in the twilight gloom.

If the present world go astray, the cause is in you, in you it is to be sought.

There are souls beneath that water. Fixed in slimethey speak their piece, end it, and start again:'Sullen were we in the air made sweet by the Sun;in the glory of his shining our hearts poureda bitter smoke. Sullen were we begun;sullen we lie forever in this ditch.'This litany they gargle in their throatsas if they sand, but lacked the words and pitch.

The experience of this sweet life.

If you follow your natural bent;you will definitely go to heaven