Now is the time to know that all that you do is sacred.

There is no pleasure without a tincture of bitterness.

There are different wells within your heart. Some fill with each good rain, Others are far too deep for that.

Come in, my dearFrom that harsh worldThat has rained elements of stoneUpon your tender face.Every soulShould receive a toast from usFor bravery!

The earth has disappeared beneath my feet, It fled from all my ecstasy. Now like a singing air creature I feel the rose keep opening.

Your separation from God is the hardest work you will ever do.

'Tis writ on Paradise's gate, Woe to the dupe that yields to fate!