Love kindled by virtue always kindles another, provided that its flame appear outwardly.

Not one drop of blood is left inside my veins that does not throb: I recognize signs of the ancient flame.

From a small spark, Great flame has risen.

I am made of God, through his Grace. Such that your misery touches me not, Nor does flame of that burning assail me.

A mighty flame followeth a tiny spark.

If i thought i was replying to someone who would every return to the world, this flame would cease it's flickering. But since no one has returned from these depths alive, if what I've heard is true, I will answer you without fear of infamy.