The more souls who resonate together, the greater the intensity of their love... and, mirror-like... each soul reflects the other.

As flowerlets drooped and puckered in the night turn up to the returning sun and spread their petals wide on his new warmth and light-just so my wilted spirits rose again and such a heat of zeal surged through my veins that I was born anew.

In that part of the book of my memory before which little can be read, there is a heading, which says: ‘Incipit vita nova: Here begins the new life’.

The truth thy speech doth show, within my heart reproves the swelling pride.

I saw a point that shone with light so keen, the eye that sees it cannot bear its blazing; the star that is for us the smallest one would seem a moon if placed beside this point.

You shall leave everything you love.

The devil is not as black as he is painted.