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

e quindi uscimmo a riveder le stelle" ("and thence we came forth to see again the stars")

But if, as morning rises, dreams are true.

…all things created have an order in themselves, and this begets the form that lets the universe resemble God.

I made my own house be my gallows.

As flowerlets drooped and puckered in the night turn up to the returning sun and spread their petals wide on his new warmth and light-just so my wilted spirits rose again and such a heat of zeal surged through my veins that I was born anew.

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