Charles Eliot Norton

Midway upon the road of our life I found myself within a dark wood, for the right way had been missed.

the Lovee was turning which moves the Sun and the other stars.

the more perfect a thing is the more it feels the good, and so the pain.

Consider ye your origin; ye were not made to live as brutes, but for pursuit of virtue and of knowledge.

O human race, born to fly up‍­ward, why be‍­fore a little wind dost thou so fall?

Then was the fear a little quieted which in the lake of my heart had lasted through the night that I passed so piteously.