“So now, from this mad passionWhich made me take art for an idol and a kingI have learnt the burden of error that it boreAnd what misfortune springs from man's desire... The world's frivolities have robbed me of the timeThat I was given for reflecting upon God.”

“If I am more alive because love burns and chars me,as a fire, given wood or wind, feels new elation,it's that he who lays me low is my salvation,and invigorates the more, the more he scars me.”

“Is it any wonder, since, when near the fire, I was melted and burned, if now that it's extinguished outside me, it besets and consumes me inside, and bit by bit reduces me to ashes?”

“Death and love are the two wings that bear the good man to heaven.”

“You no longer feel the fear of a change of being and desire . . . The course of the hours lays not violent hands upon you ; necessity and chance guide not your steps ... I can hardly write without envy. --Michelangelo on the dead.”

“Dear to me is sleep: still more, being made of stone,While pain and guilt still linger here below,Blindness and numbness--these please me alone;Then do not wake me, keep your voices low.”

“AS YOU GIVE OUT SO SHALL YOU RECEIVE.”