A mighty flame followeth a tiny spark.

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

At grief so deep the tongue must wag in vain; the language of our sense and memory lacks the vocabulary of such pain.

The mouse had fallen in with evil cats.

Unity in wills cannot be unless there is one will dominating and ruling all the rest to oneness... wills of mortals have need of a directive principle... therefore for the well-being of the world, there should be a monarchy.

There is no greater pain than to remember, in our present grief, past happiness.

Because there is no man who can be true and just judge of himself, so much will self-love deceive him.