I found myself within a forest dark, for the straightfoward pathway had been lost. Ah me! How hard a thing is to say, what was this forest savage, rough, and stern, which in the very thought renews the fear. So bitter is it, death is little more.

He loves but little who can say and count in words, how much he loves.

The experience of this sweet life.

As phantoms frighten beasts when shadows fall.

There, pride, avarice, and envy are the tongues men know and heed, a Babel of depsair

Many have justice in their hearts, but slowly it is let fly, for it comes not without council to the bow.

A mighty flame followeth a tiny spark.