I love to doubt as well as know.

For where the instrument of intelligence is added to brute power and evil will, mankind is powerless in its own defense.

Curb your talent lest it speed where virtue does not guide.

When I had journeyed half of our life's way, I found myself within a shadowed forest, for I had lost the path that does not stray.

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

Mankind, why do ye set your hearts on things That, of necessity, may not be shared?

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