You will be melancholy, if you are solitary.
All human things hang on a slender thread, the strongest fall with a sudden crash.
Concealed sorrow bursts the heart, and rages within us as an internal fire.
Love is a thing that is full of cares and fears.
An evil life is a kind of death.
The glow of inspiration warms us; this holy rapture springs from the seeds of the Divine mind sown in man.