Heat cannot be separated from fire, or beauty from The Eternal.
In the middle of the journey of our life I came to myself within a dark wood where the straight way was lost.
I wept not, so to stone within I grew.
Remember tonight... for it is the beginning of always.
O conscience, upright and stainless, how bitter a sting to thee is a little fault!
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.
