"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.

Thy soul is by vile fear assailed, which oft so overcasts a man, that he recoils from noblest resolution, like a beast at some false semblance in the twilight gloom.

For she doth make my veins and pulses tremble.

This mountain is so formed that it is always wearisome when one begins the ascent, but becomes easier the higher one climbs.

The man who lies asleep will never waken fame.

Be as a tower firmly set; Shakes not its top for any blast that blows.

A mighty flame followeth a tiny spark.