They yearn for what they fear for.

Follow your own star!

Seldom indeed does human virtue rise From trunk to branch.

If anyone should want to know my name, I am called Leah. And I spend all my time weaving garlands of flowers with my fair hands, t o please me when I stand before the mirror; my sister Rachel sits all the day long before her own, and never moves away. She loves to contemplate her lovely eyes; I love to use my hands to adorn myself: her joy is in reflection, mine in act.

But the stars that marked our starting fall away. We must go deeper into greater pain, for it is not permitted that we stay.

O conscience, upright and stainless, how bitter a sting to thee is a little fault!

And as he, who with laboring breath has escaped from the deep to the shore, turns to the perilous waters and gazes.