For what am I to myself without You, but a guide to my own downfall?

I found thee not, O Lord, without, because I erred in seeking thee without that wert within.

I will plant my feet on that step where my parents put me as a child, until self-evident truth comes to light.

They, then, who are destined to die, need not be careful to inquire what death they are to die, but into what place death will usher them.

That there should be some fire even after this life is not incredible, and it can be inquired into and either be discovered or left hidden whether some of the faithful may be saved, some more slowly and some more quickly in the greater or lesser degree in which they loved the good things that perish, through a certain purgatorial fire.

What art Thou then, my God? what, but the Lord God? For who is Lord but the Lord? or who is God save our God? Most highest, most good, most potent, most omnipotent; most merciful, yet most just; most hidden, yet most present; most beautiful, yet most strong; stable, yet incomprehensible; unchangeable, yet all-changing; never new, never old; all-renewing, and bringing age upon the proud, and they know it not; ever working, ever at rest; still gathering, yet nothing lacking; supporting, filling, and overspreading; creating, nourishing, and maturing; seeking, yet having all things.

Love God, and do what you like.