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.

Deed done is well begun.

As little flowers, which the chill of night has bent and huddled, when the white sun strikes, grow straight and open fully on their stems, so did I, too, with my exhausted force.

I was so full of sleep at the time that I left the true way.

Do not be afraid; our fate Cannot be taken from us; it is a gift.

...Everything that is, desires to be. As we act, we unfold our being. Enjoyment naturally follows, for a thing desired always brings delight.

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