Why this is hell, nor am I out of it: Thinkst thou that I who saw the face of God, And tasted the eternal joys of heaven, Am not tormented with ten thousand hells In being deprived of everlasting bliss! . . . When all the world dissolves, And every creature shall be purified, All places shall be hell that are not heaven.

The stars move still, time runs, the clock will strike

Goodness is beauty in the best estate.

There is no sin but ignorance.

Our swords shall play the orators for us.

Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?

Live and die in Aristotle's works.