From a small spark, Great flame has risen.

Lost are we, and are only so far punished, That without hope we live on in desire.

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.

It may be that a more subtle person would find for this thing a reason of greater subtlety: but such is the reason that I find, and that liketh me best.

There, pride, avarice, and envy are the tongues men know and heed, a Babel of depsair

Like the lark that soars in the air, first singing, then silent, content with the last sweetness that satiates it, such seemed to me that image, the imprint of the Eternal Pleasure.

Hope not ever to see heaven. I come to lead you to the other shore; into the eternal darkness; into fire and ice.