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.

Hope not ever to see heaven. I come to lead you to the other shore; into the eternal darkness; into fire and ice.

From there we came outside and saw the stars

Heat cannot be separated from fire, or beauty from The Eternal.

The more perfect a thing is, the more susceptible to good and bad treatment it is.

I made my own house be my gallows.

O you, who in some pretty boat, Eager to listen, have been following Behind my ship, that singing sails along Turn back to look again upon your own shores; Tempt not the deep, lest unawares, In losing me, you yourselves might be lost. The sea I sail has never yet been passed; Minerva breathes, and pilots me Apollo, And Muses nine point out to me the Bears. You other few who have neck uplifted Betimes to the bread of angels upon Which one lives and does not grow sated, Well may you launch your vessel Upon the deep sea.