Mankind is at its best when it is most free.

I saw a point that shone with light so keen, the eye that sees it cannot bear its blazing; the star that is for us the smallest one would seem a moon if placed beside this point.

There is no greater sorrow than to recall happiness in times of misery.

Heat cannot be separated from fire, or beauty from The Eternal.

No man may be so cursed by priest or pope but what the Eternal Love may still return while any thread of green lives on in hope.

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

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.