Love, that all gentle hearts so quickly know.

At the midpoint on the journey of life, I found myself in a dark forest, for the clear path was lost.

The mouse had fallen in with evil cats.

It was the hour of morning, when the sun mounts with those stars that shone with it when God's own love first set in motion those fair things

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.

He listens well who takes notes.

In that part of the book of my memory before which little can be read, there is a heading, which says: ‘Incipit vita nova: Here begins the new life’.