“What madness, to love a man as something more than human! I lived in a fever, convulsed with tears and sighs that allowed me neither rest nor peace of mind. My soul was a burden, bruised and bleeding. It was tired of the man who carried it, but I found no place to set it down to rest. Neither the charm of the countryside nor the sweet scents of a garden could soothe it. It found no peace in song or laughter, none in the company of friends at table or in the pleasures of love, none even in books or poetry. Everything that was not what my friend had been was dull and distasteful. I had heart only for sighs and tears, for in them alone I found some shred of consolation.”
“Learn to dance, so when you get to heaven the angels know what to do with you.”
“In the usual course of study I had come to a book of a certain Cicero.”
“Sin is Energy in the wrong channel. ”
“The world is a book and those who do not travel read only one page.”
“Tolle, lege: take up and read.”