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.

I love to doubt as well as know.

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.

Justice divine has weighed: the doom is clear. All hope renounce, ye lost, who enter here.

It may be that a more subtle person would find for this thing a reason of greater subtlety: but such is the reason that I find, and that liketh me best.

Do not be afraid; our fate Cannot be taken from us; it is a gift.

I wept not — so to stone I grew within.