The sense of danger must not disappear: The way is certainly both short and steep, However gradual it looks from here; Look if you like, but you will… - W. H. Auden

Nothing can be loved too much,
but all things can be loved
in the wrong way.

The Three Wiseman:

The weather has been awful,
The countryside is dreary,
Marsh, jungle, rock; and echoes mock,
Calling our hope unlawful;
But a silly song can help along
Yours ever and sincerely:
At least we know for certain that we are three old sinners,
that this journey is much too long, that we want our dinners,
and miss our wives, our books, our dogs,
but have only the vaguest idea why we are what we are.
To discover how to be human now
Is the reason we follow this star.

In the prison of his days
Teach the free man how to praise