You shall find out how salt is the taste of another man's bread, and how hard is the way up and down another man's stairs.
In the middle of the journey of our life I came to myself within a dark wood where the straight way was lost.
I wept not, so to stone within I grew.
Remember tonight... for it is the beginning of always.
O conscience, upright and stainless, how bitter a sting to thee is a little fault!
Heat cannot be separated from fire, or beauty from The Eternal.
