O foolish anxiety of wretched man, how inconclusive are the arguments which make thee beat thy wings below!

No man may be so cursed by priest or pope but what the Eternal Love may still return while any thread of green lives on in hope.

A fair request should be followed by the deed in silence.

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

Give unto us this day the daily manna Without which, in this desert where we dwell, He must go backward who would most advance.

Everywhere is here and every when is now.

There sighs, lamentations and loud wailings resounded through the starless air, so that at first it made me weep; strange tongues, horrible language, words of pain, tones of anger, voices loud and hoarse, and with these the sound of hands, made a tumult which is whirling through that air forever dark, and sand eddies in a whirlwind.