I Love To Doubt As

Curb Your Talent Lest It Speed Where Virtue Does Not Guide.

He Is, Most Of All, L'amor Che Move Il Sole E L'altre Stelle.

Midway Along The Journey Of Our Life I Woke To Find Myself In A Dark Wood, For I Had Wandered Off From The Straight Path. How Hard It Is To Tell What It Was Like, This Wood Of Wilderness, Savage And Stubborn (the Thought Of It Brings Back All My Old Fears), A Bitter Place! Death Could Scarce Be Bitterer. But If I Would Show The Good That Came Of It I Must Talk About Things Other Than The Good.

A Backward Glance Can Often Lift The Heart.

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