Go right on and listen as thou goest.
Do ye not comprehend that we are worms born to bring forth the angelic butterfly that flieth unto judgment without screen?
These have not the hope to die.
Into the eternal darkness, into fire and into ice.
Compassion is not a passion; rather a noble disposition of the soul, made ready to receive love, mercy, and other charitable passions.
O power of fantasy that steals our minds from things outside, to leave us unaware, although a thousand trumpets may blow loud--what stirs you if the senses show you nothing? Light stirs you, formed in Heaven, by itself, or by His will Who sends it down to us.