"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.

No sadness is greater than in misery to rehearse memories of joy.

The experience of this sweet life.

Abandon hope, all ye who enter here. [Omnes relinquite spes, o vos intrantes]

There is a gentle thought that often springs to life in me, because it speaks of you.

Oh blind! Oh ignorant, self-seeking cupidity which spurs us so in the short mortal life and steeps us so through all eternity!

Astrology, the noblest of sciences.