They yearn for what they fear for.

The heaven that rolls around cries aloud to you while it displays its eternal beauties, and yet your eyes are fixed upon the earth alone.

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.

The wisest are the most annoyed at the loss of time.

Blessed are the peacemakers, For they have freed themselves from sinful wrath.

Through me you go into a city of weeping; through me you go into eternal pain; through me you go amongst the lost people

Still desiring, we live without hope.