Here pity only lives when it is dead - Virgil

The heavens call to you, and circle about you, displaying to you their eternal splendors, and your eye gazes only to earth.

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’.

Compassion is not a passion; rather a noble disposition of the soul, made ready to receive love, mercy, and other charitable passions.

At this high moment, ability failed my capacity to describe.

I am made of God, through his Grace. Such that your misery touches me not, Nor does flame of that burning assail me.

The whole universe is but the footprint of the Divine goodness.