The Desire For Fame Tempts Even Noble

It Is Not The Punishment But The Cause That Makes The Martyr.

Love Is Ever New Because It Never Groweth Old.

Cantare Amantis Est ... Singing Belongs To One Who Loves." (s. 336, 1 – Pl 38, 1472).

Give What You Command And Command What You Will.

I Inquired What Wickedness Is, And I Didn't Find A Substance, But A Perversity Of Will Twisted Away From The Highest Substance - You, O God - Towards Inferior Things, Rejecting Its Own Inner Life And Swelling With External Matters.