Oh foolish desires of mortals! How weak are the reasons that lead us to not take off our flight from the ground.

From there we came outside and saw the stars

Into the eternal darkness, into fire and into ice.

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

If a thief helps a poor man out of the spoils of his thieving, we must not call that charity.

A rapid bolt will rend the clouds apart, and every single White be seared by wounds. I tell you this. I want it all to hurt.

Midway along the journey of our life I woke to find myself in a dark wood, for I had wandered off from the straight path. How hard it is to tell what it was like, this wood of wilderness, savage and stubborn (the thought of it brings back all my old fears), a bitter place! Death could scarce be bitterer. But if I would show the good that came of it I must talk about things other than the good.