From there we came outside and saw the stars

Heat cannot be separated from fire, or beauty from The Eternal.

Oh blind! Oh ignorant, self-seeking cupidity which spurs us so in the short mortal life and steeps us so through all eternity!

Pure essence, and pure matter, and the two joined into one were shot forth without flaw, like three bright arrows from a three-string bow.

Like the lark that soars in the air, first singing, then silent, content with the last sweetness that satiates it, such seemed to me that image, the imprint of the Eternal Pleasure.

I found myself within a forest dark.

Seldom indeed does human virtue rise From trunk to branch.