Nature is the art of God.

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Fate's arrow, when expected, travels slow.

The poets leave hell and again behold the stars.

One ought to be afraid of nothing other then things possessed of power to do us harm, but things innoucuous need not be feared.

My senses down, when the true.

Come on, shake off the covers of this sloth, for sitting softly cushioned, or tucked in bed, is no way to win fame.

I might then squeeze the juices of my thought more fully out of me.

Theres not the least thing can be said or done but people will talk and find fault.

As flowerlets drooped and puckered in the night turn up to the returning sun and spread their petals wide on his new warmth and light-just so my wilted spirits rose again and such a heat of zeal surged through my veins that I was born anew.

Midway upon the journey of our life, I found myself within a forest dark, for the straightforward pathway had been lost.

As one who sees in dreams and wakes to find the emotional impression of his vision still powerful while its parts fade from his mind - Just such am I, having lost nearly all the vision itself, while in my heart I feel the sweetness of it yet distill and fall.

The more perfect a thing the more it feels good and evil.

Into the eternal darkness, into fire and into ice.

THROUGH ME THE WAY INTO THE SUFFERING CITY, THROUGH ME THE WAY TO THE ETERNAL PAIN, THROUGH ME THE WAY THAT RUNS AMONG THE LOST. JUSTICE URGED ON MY HIGH ARTIFICER; MY MAKER WAS DIVINE AUTHORITY, THE HIGHEST WISDOM, AND THE PRIMAL LOVE. BEFORE ME NOTHING BUT ETERNAL THINGS WERE MADE, AND I ENDURE ETERNALLY. ABANDON EVERY HOPE, WHO ENTER HERE.

Now our minds are like smoke, then they shall be like fire.