Deed done is well begun.

He loves but little who can say and count in words, how much he loves.

Compassion is not a passion; rather a noble disposition of the soul, made ready to receive love, mercy, and other charitable passions.

To run over better waters the little vessel of my genius now hoists her sails, as she leaves behind her a sea so cruel.

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

Before me things created were none, save things Eternal, and eternal I endure. All hope abandon, ye who enter here.

I was so full of sleep at the time that I left the true way.