Remember tonight... for it is the beginning of always.
O conscience, upright and stainless, how bitter a sting to thee is a little fault!
Nature is the art of God.
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.
The heavens call to you, and circle about you, displaying to you their eternal splendors, and your eye gazes only to earth.
There is no greater sorrow than to recall happiness in times of misery.