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’.

Here my powers rest from their high fantasy, but already I could feel my being turned- instinct and intellect balanced equally. as in a wheel whose motion nothing jars- by the Love that moves the Sun and the other stars.

In His will, our peace.

The heaven that rolls around cries aloud to you while it displays its eternal beauties, and yet your eyes are fixed upon the earth alone.

e quindi uscimmo a riveder le stelle" ("and thence we came forth to see again the stars")

Nature is the art of God.

He is, most of all, l'amor che move il sole e l'altre stelle.