Consider the sea's listless chime: Time's self it is, made audible.

As one who sees in dreams and wakes to find the emotional impression of his vision still powerful while its parts fade from his mind - Just such am I, having lost nearly all the vision itself, while in my heart I feel the sweetness of it yet distill and fall.

O mortal men, be wary of how ye judge.

There's not the least thing can be said or done, but people will talk and find fault.

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

I was so full of sleep at the time that I left the true way.

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’.