No one thinks of how much blood it costs.

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.

The infernal storm, eternal in its rage, sweeps and drives the spirits with its blast; it whirls them, lashing them with punishment. When they are swept back past their place of judgment then come the shrieks, laments, and anguished cries; there they blaspheme God's almighty power.

If thou follow thy star, thou canst not fail of glorious heaven.

For where the instrument of intelligence is added to brute power and evil will, mankind is powerless in its own defense.

In each fire there is a spirit; Each one is wrapped in what is burning him.

Consider the sea's listless chime: Time's self it is, made audible.