At the midpoint on the journey of life, I found myself in a dark forest, for the clear path was lost.

Because there is no man who can be true and just judge of himself, so much will self-love deceive him.

Remember tonight... for it is the beginning of always.

Love, that exempts no one beloved from loving, seized me with pleasure of this man so strongly, that, as thou seest, it doth not yet desert me.

In that part of the book of my memory before the which is little that can be read, there is a rubric, saying, Incipit Vita Nova. Under such rubric I find written many things; and among them the words which I purpose to copy into this little book; if not all of them, at the least their substance.

Love kindled by virtue always kindles another, provided that its flame appear outwardly.

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