Compassion is not a passion; rather a noble disposition of the soul, made ready to receive love, mercy, and other charitable passions.

All hope abandon, ye who enter here!

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.

At grief so deep the tongue must wag in vain; the language of our sense and memory lacks the vocabulary of such pain.

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

As little flowers, which the chill of night has bent and huddled, when the white sun strikes, grow straight and open fully on their stems, so did I, too, with my exhausted force.

Love can move the Sun and the stars.