“As we were told, was presented to him in golden cups… I observed a number of jars, above fifty, brought in, filled with foaming chocolate of which he took some.”

We went there to serve God, and also to get rich.

And when we saw all those cities and villages built in the water, and other great towns on dry land, and that straight and level causeway leading to Mexico, we were astounded.

As for us, we were scarcely four hundred strong, and we well remembered the word and warning…we had received to beware of entering the city of Mexico, since they would kill us as soon as they had us inside.

Fruit of all the kinds that the country produced were laid before him; he ate very little, but from time to time a liquor prepared from cocoa, and of an aphrodisiac nature.

We dared not charge them except all together… for they were so numerous that they could have blinded us with clods of earth, if God, of His great mercy, had not aided and protected us.

We came to serve God and to get rich, as all men wish to do.

To experience poetry is to see over and above reality. It is to discover that which is beyond the physical, to experience another life and another level of feeling.

The more his character, by rising above material contingencies, widen, become free and independent.

When diving to attack always leave a proportion of your formation above to act as top guard.

Thanks be to God, not–only for ‘rivers of endless joys above, but for ‘rills of comfort here below.’

Desire nothing except desirelessness. Hope for nothing except to rise above all hopes. Want nothing and you will have everything.

The grave, where sets the orb of being, sets To rise, ascend, and culminate above Eternity’s horizon evermore.

Unravel and travel, forward you must go. Don’t look back and dwell on failures past. You don’t need a quote, a false idol or a flow. For one day you will discover, as above so below.

My unrestrained words fall right onto your tongue, whilst you hover above me, restraining my hands to the headboard.