All your renown is like the summer flower that blooms and dies; because the sunny glow which brings it forth, soon slays with parching power.

In His will, our peace.

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 love of God, unutterable and perfect, flows into a pure soul the way light rushes into a transparent object. The more love that it finds, the more it gives itself: so that, as we grow clear and open, the more complete the joy of heaven is. And the more souls who resonate together, the greater the intensity of their love, and, mirror like, each soul reflects the other.

Heaven wheels above you, displaying to you her eternal glories, and still your eyes are on the ground.

No man may be so cursed by priest or pope but what the Eternal Love may still return while any thread of green lives on in hope.

Lost are we, and are only so far punished, That without hope we live on in desire.