There is no greater pain than to remember, in our present grief, past happiness.

Here we find the moat of thieves. And just as a lizard, with a quick, slick slither, Flicks across the highway from hedge to hedge, Fleeter than a flash, in the battering dog-day weather, A fiery little monster, livid, in a rage, Black as any peppercorn, came and made a dart At the guts of the others, and leaping to engage One of the pair, it pierced him at the part Through which we first draw food; then loosed its grip And fell before him, outstretched and apart.

To run over better waters the little vessel of my genius now hoists her sails, as she leaves behind her a sea so cruel.

Follow your own star!

Open your mind to what I shall disclose, and hold it fast within you; he who hears, but does not hold what he has heard, learns nothing. Beatrice - Canto V 40-42

Heaven wheels above you, displaying to you her eternal glories, and still your eyes are on the ground.

Do ye not comprehend that we are worms born to bring forth the angelic butterfly that flieth unto judgment without screen?