Seldom indeed does human virtue rise From trunk to branch.
The infernal storm, eternal in its rage, sweeps and drives the spirits with its blast; it whirls them, lashing them with punishment. When they are swept back past their place of judgment then come the shrieks, laments, and anguished cries; there they blaspheme God's almighty power.
Where the way is hardest, there go thou; Follow your own path and let people talk.
Blessed are the peacemakers, For they have freed themselves from sinful wrath.
The human race is in the best condition when it has the greatest degree of liberty.
You shall leave everything you love.