Follow Your Own Star!

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

He Who Sees A Need And Waits To Be Asked For Help Is As Unkind As If He Had Refused It.

No Sorrow Is Deeper Than The Remembrance Of Happiness When In Misery.

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

No Man May Be So Cursed By Priest Or Pope But What The Eternal Love May Still Return While Any Thread Of Green Lives On In Hope.