At this high moment, ability failed my capacity to describe.
Doubting pleases me no less than knowing
So may heaven's grace clear away the foam from the conscience, that the river of thy thoughts may roll limpid thenceforth.
Go forth and preach impostures to the world, But give them truth to build on.
I was so full of sleep at the time that I left the true way.
No man may be so cursed by priest or pope but what the Eternal Love may still return while any thread of green lives on in hope.
Do ye not comprehend that we are worms born to bring forth the angelic butterfly that flieth unto judgment without screen?
The loser, when a game of dice is done, remains behind reviewing every roll sadly, and sadly wiser, and alone.
He who shall never be divided from me kissed my mouth all trembling.
This sorrow weighs upon the melancholy souls of those who lived without infamy or praise.
As the geometer intently seeks to square the circle, but he cannot reach, through thought on thought, the principle he needs, so I searched that strange sight.
Give unto us this day the daily manna Without which, in this desert where we dwell, He must go backward who would most advance.
The well heeded well heard.
Many have justice in their hearts, but slowly it is let fly, for it comes not without council to the bow.
Curb your talent lest it speed where virtue does not guide.
It was the hour of morning, when the sun mounts with those stars that shone with it when God's own love first set in motion those fair things
The only fit reply to a fit request is silence and the fact.
Not one drop of blood is left inside my veins that does not throb: I recognize signs of the ancient flame.
…all things created have an order in themselves, and this begets the form that lets the universe resemble God.
The glory of Him who moves everything penetrates through the universe, and is resplendent in one part more and in another less.
O power of fantasy that steals our minds from things outside, to leave us unaware, although a thousand trumpets may blow loud--what stirs you if the senses show you nothing? Light stirs you, formed in Heaven, by itself, or by His will Who sends it down to us.
Oh blind! Oh ignorant, self-seeking cupidity which spurs us so in the short mortal life and steeps us so through all eternity!
Will cannot be quenched against its will.
The more a thing is perfect, the more it feels pleasure and likewise pain.
You shall find out how salt is the taste of another man's bread, and how hard is the way up and down another man's stairs.
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