The heavens call to you, and circle about you, displaying to you their eternal splendors, and your eye gazes only to earth.
If you follow your natural bent;you will definitely go to heaven
At grief so deep the tongue must wag in vain; the language of our sense and memory lacks the vocabulary of such pain.
He who awaits the call, but sees the need, Already sets his spirit to refuse it.
Fate's arrow, when expected, travels slow.
Do ye not comprehend that we are worms born to bring forth the angelic butterfly that flieth unto judgment without screen?