Honor is the greatest poet.

Fate's arrow, when expected, travels slow.

Stand firm as the tower that never shakes its top whatever wind may blow.

Thus you may understand that love alone is the true seed of every merit in you, and of all acts for which you must atone.

But the stars that marked our starting fall away. We must go deeper into greater pain, for it is not permitted that we stay.

"The love of God, unutterable and perfect, flows into a pure soul the way light rushes into a transparent object. The more love that it finds, the more it gives itself: so that, as we grow clear and open, the more complete the joy of heaven is. And the more souls who resonate together, the greater the intensity of their love, and, mirror like, each soul reflects the other.

The customs and fashions of men change like leaves on the bough, some of which go and others come.