Often A Retrospect Delights The Mind.

Come, Follow Me, And Leave The World To Its Babblings.

The Devil Is Not As Black As He Is Painted.

Where The Way Is Hardest, There Go Thou; Follow Your Own Path And Let People Talk.

Will Cannot Be Quenched Against Its Will.

But Already My Desire And My Will Were Being Turned Like A Wheel, All At One Speed, By The Love Which Moves The Sun And The Other Stars