Everywhere is here and every when is now.
A fair request should be followed by the deed in silence.
If a thief helps a poor man out of the spoils of his thieving, we must not call that charity.
Love, that all gentle hearts so quickly know.
Fate’s arrow, when expected, travels slow.
Into the eternal darkness, into fire and into ice.
I care not where my body may take me as long as my soul is embarked on a meaningful journey.
Do ye not comprehend that we are worms born to bring forth the angelic butterfly that flieth unto judgment without screen?
Here my powers rest from their high fantasy, but already I could feel my being turned- instinct and intellect balanced equally. as in a wheel whose motion nothing jars- by the Love that moves the Sun and the other stars.
The well heeded well heard.
To course across more kindly waters now my talent’s little vessel lifts her sails, leaving behind herself a sea so cruel; and what I sing will be that second kingdom, in which the human soul is cleansed of sin, becoming worthy of ascent to Heaven.
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.
This sorrow weighs upon the melancholy souls of those who lived without infamy or praise.
In the midway of this our mortal life, I found me in a gloomy wood, astray, Gone from the path direct.
A rapid bolt will rend the clouds apart, and every single White be seared by wounds. I tell you this. I want it all to hurt.
Here pity only lives when it is dead – Virgil.
Now you know how much my love for you burns deep in me when I forget about our emptiness, and deal with shadows as with solid things.
Hope not ever to see Heaven. I have come to lead you to the other shore; into eternal darkness; into fire and into ice.
Lost are we, and are only so far punished, That without hope we live on in desire.
Knowledge comes Of learning well retain’d, unfruitful else.