Infinite goodness has such wide arms.

Through me you go into a city of weeping; through me you go into eternal pain; through me you go amongst the lost people

Honor is the greatest poet.

Here my powers rest from their high fantasy, but already I could feel my being turned- instinct and intellect balanced equally. as in a wheel whose motion nothing jars- by the Love that moves the Sun and the other stars.

In judgement be ye not too confident, Even as a man who will appraise his corn When standing in a field, ere it is ripe.

A fair request should be followed by the deed in silence.

I care not where my body may take me as long as my soul is embarked on a meaningful journey.