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

Fame is not won on downy plumes nor under canopies; the man who consumes his days without obtaining it leaves such mark of himself on earth as smoke in air or foam on water.

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

If the present world go astray, the cause is in you, in you it is to be sought.

Worldly fame is but a breath of wind that blows now this way, and now that, and changes name as it changes direction.

Because there is no man who can be true and just judge of himself, so much will self-love deceive him.

A fair request should be followed by the deed in silence.