At grief so deep the tongue must wag in vain; the language of our sense and memory lacks the vocabulary of such pain.
No one thinks of how much blood it costs.
If you follow your natural bent;you will definitely go to heaven.
Well do I see how the Eternal Ray, which, once seen, kindles love forevermore, already shines on you. If on your way some other thing seduce your love, my brother, it can only be a trace, misunderstood, of this, which you see shining through the other.
Open your mind to what I shall disclose, and hold it fast within you; he who hears, but does not hold what he has heard, learns nothing.