The mind which is created quick to love, is responsive to everything that is pleasing, soon as by pleasure it is awakened into activity. Your apprehensive faculty draws an impression from a real object, and unfolds it within you, so that it makes the mind turn thereto. And if, being turned, it inclines towards it, that inclination is love; that is nature, which through pleasure is bound anew within you.

A rapid bolt will rend the clouds apart, and every single White be seared by wounds. I tell you this. I want it all to hurt.

Love insists the loved loves back

If you follow your natural bent;you will definitely go to heaven

I love to doubt as well as know.

Heaven wheels above you, displaying to you her eternal glories, and still your eyes are on the ground.

My course is set for an uncharted sea.