He who awaits the call, but sees the need, Already sets his spirit to refuse it.
He who sees a need and waits to be asked for help is as unkind as if he had refused it.
Nature is the art of God.
...ma gia volgena il mio disio e'l velle si come rota ch'igualmente e mossa, l'amor che move: i sole e l'altre stelle ...as a wheel turns smoothtly, free from jars, my will and my desire were turned by love, The love that moves the sun and the other stars.
Midway upon the journey of our life
In that part of the book of my memory before which little can be read, there is a heading, which says: ‘Incipit vita nova: Here begins the new life’.