Trifles Make Perfection But Perfection Is Not

Souls Will Never Ascend To Heaven Until The Sight Of Beauty Lifts Them There.

If I Love In Thee, Beloved, Only What Thou Lovest Most, Do Not Be Angry; For So One Spirit Is Enamoured Of Another.

From Such A Gentle Thing, From Such A Fountain Of All Delight, My Every Pain Is Born.

Let It Be Enough For You To Have Bread And Live Virtuously And Poorly Like Christ, As I Do Here. I Live Meanly And Don't Bother About Life Or Honor ... And I Live With The Greatest Toil And A Thousand Worries. It Is Now About 15 Years Since I Had A Happy Hour.

Even If You Are Divine, You Don't Disdain Male Consorts.