It Is Necessity And Not Pleasure That

Ah! Justice Of Our God! Who Else Could Stow Such Travails New And Pains As Met My Glance!

Mankind, Why Do Ye Set Your Hearts On Things That, Of Necessity, May Not Be Shared?

Compassion Is Not A Passion; Rather A Noble Disposition Of The Soul, Made Ready To Receive Love, Mercy, And Other Charitable Passions.

O Power Of Fantasy That Steals Our Minds From Things Outside, To Leave Us Unaware, Although A Thousand Trumpets May Blow Loud--what Stirs You If The Senses Show You Nothing? Light Stirs You, Formed In Heaven, By Itself, Or By His Will Who Sends It Down To Us.

E Quindi Uscimmo A Riveder Le Stelle" ("and Thence We Came Forth To See Again The Stars")