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

Where the way is hardest, there go thou; Follow your own path and let people talk.

Beauty awakens the soul to act.

Go right on and listen as thou goest.

In that book which is my memory, On the first page of the chapter that is the day when I first met you, Appear the words, ‘Here begins a new life’.

"The love of God, unutterable and perfect, flows into a pure soul the way light rushes into a transparent object. The more love that it finds, the more it gives itself: so that, as we grow clear and open, the more complete the joy of heaven is. And the more souls who resonate together, the greater the intensity of their love, and, mirror like, each soul reflects the other.

Lost are we, and are only so far punished, That without hope we live on in desire.