So, now, with me. That brute which knows no peace came ever nearer me and, step by step, drove me back down to where the sun is mute.

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And so we made our way across that heap of stones, which often moved beneath my feet because my weight was somewhat strange for them.

Our powers, whether of mind or tongue, cannot embrace that measure of understanding.

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

Without Hope we live in desire.

That which had pleased me once, troubled by spirit.

When you are nearer, you will understand how much your eyesight is deceived by distance. Therefore, push yourself a little harder.

He who best discerns the worth of time is most distressed whenever time is lost.

Midway in the journey of our life → I came to myself in a dark wood, → 3 for the straight way was lost.

And to a place I come where nothing shines.

You learn by trying, making mistakes, correcting and trying again and again until your reach the desired goal, which is rarely without effort, but is rather a reward for hard work.

The poets leave hell and again behold the stars.

God is the love that moves the sun and stars.

And as he, who with laboring breath has escaped from the deep to the shore, turns to the perilous waters and gazes.

Hasty opinion too often points the wrong way, and then affection for one's own opinion binds up the intellect.