When I had journeyed half of our life's way, I found myself within a shadowed forest, for I had lost the path that does not stray.

From a small spark, Great flame has risen.

As flowerlets drooped and puckered in the night turn up to the returning sun and spread their petals wide on his new warmth and light-just so my wilted spirits rose again and such a heat of zeal surged through my veins that I was born anew.

Because there is no man who can be true and just judge of himself, so much will self-love deceive him.

Pride, envy, avarice - these are the sparks have set on fire the hearts of all men.

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.

You shall find out how salt is the taste of another man's bread, and how hard is the way up and down another man's stairs.