The mountain remains unmoved at its seeming defeat by the mist.

He alone may chastise who loves.

You have given me Your love, filling the world with Your gifts.

My eyes have seen much, but they are not weary. My ears have heard much, but they thirst for more.

You smiled and talked to me of nothing and I felt that for this I had been waiting long.

Ah, thou hast made my heart captive in the endless meshes of thy music, my master!

The best kind of wealth is to give up inordinate desires.