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.

There are souls beneath that water. Fixed in slimethey speak their piece, end it, and start again:'Sullen were we in the air made sweet by the Sun;in the glory of his shining our hearts poureda bitter smoke. Sullen were we begun;sullen we lie forever in this ditch.'This litany they gargle in their throatsas if they sand, but lacked the words and pitch.

Love kindled by virtue always kindles another, provided that its flame appear outwardly.

…all things created have an order in themselves, and this begets the form that lets the universe resemble God.

At the midpoint on the journey of life, I found myself in a dark forest, for the clear path was lost.

I made my own house be my gallows.

When we encountered a band of souls coming along the barrier, and each was gazing at us in the evening people gaze at one another under the new moon