Without hope we live in desire.
Love kindled by virtue always kindles another, provided that its flame appear outwardly.
If a thief helps a poor man out of the spoils of his thieving, we must not call that charity.
There is no greater sorrow than to recall happiness in times of misery.
Heaven wheels above you, displaying to you her eternal glories, and still your eyes are on the ground.
Beauty awakens the soul to act.
Love insists the loved loves back
Love can move the Sun and the stars.
Because your question searches for deep meaning, I shall explain in simple words
O human race, born to fly upward, wherefore at a little wind dost thou so fall?
I did not die, and yet I lost life’s breath
Mankind is at its best when it is most free.
In that part of the book of my memory before which little can be read, there is a heading, which says: ‘Incipit vita nova: Here begins the new life’.
Follow your own star!
The whole universe is but the footprint of the Divine goodness.
You can stay and die or you can walk your ugly ass back through that gate. It's your call, pal.
I love to doubt as well as know.
In that book which is my memory, On the first page of the chapter that is the day when I first met you, Appear the words, ‘Here begins a new life’.
Heat cannot be separated from fire, or beauty from The Eternal.
The wisest are the most annoyed at the loss of time.
The mind which is created quick to love, is responsive to everything that is pleasing, soon as by pleasure it is awakened into activity. Your apprehensive faculty draws an impression from a real object, and unfolds it within you, so that it makes the mind turn thereto. And if, being turned, it inclines towards it, that inclination is love; that is nature, which through pleasure is bound anew within you.
This mountain is so formed that it is always wearisome when one begins the ascent, but becomes easier the higher one climbs.
Because there is no man who can be true and just judge of himself, so much will self-love deceive him.
Come, follow me, and leave the world to its babblings.
He listens well who takes notes.
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