The mouse had fallen in with evil cats.

Love, that all gentle hearts so quickly know.

Do ye not comprehend that we are worms born to bring forth the angelic butterfly that flieth unto judgment without screen?

...Everything that is, desires to be. As we act, we unfold our being. Enjoyment naturally follows, for a thing desired always brings delight.

The truth thy speech doth show, within my heart reproves the swelling pride.

Midway along the journey of our life I woke to find myself in a dark wood, for I had wandered off from the straight path. How hard it is to tell what it was like, this wood of wilderness, savage and stubborn (the thought of it brings back all my old fears), a bitter place! Death could scarce be bitterer. But if I would show the good that came of it I must talk about things other than the good.

If you give people light, they will find their own way.