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

Nothing which is harmonized by the bond of the Muse can be changed from its own to another language without destroying its sweetness

Heat cannot be separated from fire, or beauty from The Eternal.

If a thief helps a poor man out of the spoils of his thieving, we must not call that charity.

Mankind, why do ye set your hearts on things That, of necessity, may not be shared?

But already my desire and my will were being turned like a wheel, all at one speed, by the Love which moves the sun and the other stars

A rapid bolt will rend the clouds apart, and every single White be seared by wounds. I tell you this. I want it all to hurt.