O you proud Christians, wretched souls and small,/ Who by the dim lights of your twisted minds/ Believe you prosper even as you fall,/ Can you not see that we are worms, each one/ Born to become the angelic butterfly/ That flies defenseless to the Judgement Throne?

The only fit reply to a fit request is silence and the fact.

It may be that a more subtle person would find for this thing a reason of greater subtlety: but such is the reason that I find, and that liketh me best.

He listens well who takes notes.

Thus you may understand that love alone is the true seed of every merit in you, and of all acts for which you must atone.

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

In that book which is my memory, On the first page of the chapter that is the day when I first met you, Appear the words, ‘Here begins a new life’.