"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.

Reason flies When following the senses, on clipped wings.

Astrology, the noblest of sciences.

There is no greater sorrow than to recall happiness in times of misery.

The experience of this sweet life.

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

There's not the least thing can be said or done, but people will talk and find fault.