O human race, born to fly upward, wherefore at a little wind dost thou so fall?

Love, that all gentle hearts so quickly know.

The greatest gift that God in His bounty made in creation, and the most conformable to His goodness, and that which He prizes the most, was the freedom of will, with which the creatures with intelligence, they all and they alone, were and are endowed.

There is a gentle thought that often springs to life in me, because it speaks of you.

I wept not — so to stone I grew within.

The human race finds itself in a better situation when it has the higher level of freedom.

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.