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Love Kindled By Virtue Always Kindles Another, Provided That Its Flame Appear Outwardly.

The Glory Of Him Who Moves Everything Penetrates Through The Universe, And Is Resplendent In One Part More And In Another Less.

In That Part Of The Book Of My Memory Before Which Little Can Be Read, There Is A Heading, Which Says: ‘incipit Vita Nova: Here Begins The New Life’.

I Care Not Where My Body May Take Me As Long As My Soul Is Embarked On A Meaningful Journey.

I Am Made Of God, Through His Grace. Such That Your Misery Touches Me Not, Nor Does Flame Of That Burning Assail Me.