There sighs, lamentations and loud wailings resounded through the starless air, so that at first it made me weep; strange tongues, horrible language, words of pain, tones of anger, voices loud and hoarse, and with these the sound of hands, made a tumult which is whirling through that air forever dark, and sand eddies in a whirlwind.

Justice divine has weighed: the doom is clear. All hope renounce, ye lost, who enter here.

Now you know how much my love for you burns deep in me when I forget about our emptiness, and deal with shadows as with solid things.

"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.

Beauty awakens the soul to act.

A prayer may chance to rise From one whose heart lives in the grace of God. A prayer from any other is unheeded.

Without hope we live in desire.