I wish to devote all my time / To noble thoughts about great Love.

even if you do the best you can in all things, your human nature must often fall short; so entrust yourself to God's goodness, for his goodness is greater than your failures.

What use is it for me to force my nature? / For my nature shall always remain / What it is and conquer what belongs to it, / However men may narrow its path.

love is that burning fire which devours everything and shall never, never cease in all the endless ages to come.

For this is love's truth; she joins two in one being, makes sweet sour, strangers neighbors, and the lowly noble.

Despair makes us serve evil as much as good.

They who live without Love are dead. / But the worst of all deaths is this -- / That the loving soul be cowardly toward Love; / For perfect Love is never cowardly, / But claims its rights, which it lacks.