On Man When He Came Into Life

To [man] It Is Granted To Have Whatever He Chooses, To Be Whatever He Wills.

Whatever Seeds Each Man Cultivates Will Grow To Maturity And Bear In Him Their Own Fruit. If They Be Vegetative, He Will Be Like A Plant.

Let Some Holy Ambition Invade Our Souls, So That, Dissatisfied With Mediocrity, We Shall Eagerly Desire The Highest Things And Shall Toil With All Our Strength To Obtain Them, Since We May If We Wish.

A Sacred Pride Should Grip Us Of Not Being Satisfied With The Mediocre But To Strive (for We Can Do It, If We Want To) With The Exertion Of All Our Strength To Attain The Highest. Let Us Scorn What Is Of This Earth, Let Us Ignore What Is Of Heaven, Let Us Leave Absolutely Everything Worldly Behind Us In Order To Hasten To The Abode Out Of This World, In The Proximity Of The Sublime Deity. We Do Not Need To Think Of Stepping Back. Of Being Satisfied With Second Rank, Let Us Strive For Dignity And Glory. To Attain The Highest.

For Why Should We Not Admire More The Angels Themselves And The Blessed Choirs Of Heaven?