No one thinks of how much blood it costs.

I found myself within a forest dark, for the straightfoward pathway had been lost. Ah me! How hard a thing is to say, what was this forest savage, rough, and stern, which in the very thought renews the fear. So bitter is it, death is little more.

Infinite goodness has such wide arms.

Thus you may understand that love alone is the true seed of every merit in you, and of all acts for which you must atone.

Pure essence, and pure matter, and the two joined into one were shot forth without flaw, like three bright arrows from a three-string bow.

Before me things created were none, save things Eternal, and eternal I endure. All hope abandon, ye who enter here.

A rapid bolt will rend the clouds apart, and every single White be seared by wounds. I tell you this. I want it all to hurt.