When I want to understand what is happening today or try to decide what will happen tomorrow, I look back.

My friend, let's not think of tomorrow, but let's enjoy this fleeting moment of life.

There was a door to which I found no key: There was the veil through which I might not see.

A loaf of bread, a jug of wine, and thou.

In monasteries, seminaries, retreats and synagogues, they fear hell and seek paradise. Those who know the mysteries of God never let that seed be planted in their souls.

Alas, that Spring should vanish with the Rose! That Youths sweet-scented Manuscript should close!

The rose that once has bloomed forever dies.