And when he had put his hand on mine with a cheerful look, wherefrom I took courage, he brought me within to the secret things. Here sighs, laments, and deep wailings were resounding through the starless air; wherefore at first I wept thereat. Strange tongues, horrible utterances, words of woe, accents of anger, voices high and faint, and sounds of hands with them, were making a tumult which whirls always in that air forever dark, like the sand when the whirlwind breathes.

I care not where my body may take me as long as my soul is embarked on a meaningful journey.

This mountain is so formed that it is always wearisome when one begins the ascent, but becomes easier the higher one climbs.

In the middle of the journey of our life I came to myself within a dark wood where the straight way was lost.

Be like a solid tower whose brave height remains unmoved by all the winds that blow; the man who lets his thoughts be turned aside by one thing or another, will lose sight of his true goal, his mind sapped of its strength.

That which had pleased me once, troubled by spirit.

In His will, our peace.