He loves but little who can say and count in words, how much he loves.

As flowerlets drooped and puckered in the night turn up to the returning sun and spread their petals wide on his new warmth and light-just so my wilted spirits rose again and such a heat of zeal surged through my veins that I was born anew.

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

O human race, born to fly upward, wherefore at a little wind dost thou so fall?

If you follow your natural bent;you will definitely go to heaven

In the middle of the journey of our life I came to myself within a dark wood where the straight way was lost.

The mind which is created quick to love, is responsive to everything that is pleasing, soon as by pleasure it is awakened into activity. Your apprehensive faculty draws an impression from a real object, and unfolds it within you, so that it makes the mind turn thereto. And if, being turned, it inclines towards it, that inclination is love; that is nature, which through pleasure is bound anew within you.