If You Follow Your Natural Bent;you Will

In That Part Of The Book Of My Memory Before The Which Is Little That Can Be Read, There Is A Rubric, Saying, Incipit Vita Nova. Under Such Rubric I Find Written Many Things; And Among Them The Words Which I Purpose To Copy Into This Little Book; If Not All Of Them, At The Least Their Substance.

A Man's Renown Is Like The Hue Of Grass, Which Comes And Goes.

I Care Not Where My Body May Take Me As Long As My Soul Is Embarked On A Meaningful Journey.

That With Him Were, What Time The Love Divine

In Each Fire There Is A Spirit; Each One Is Wrapped In What Is Burning Him.