O power of fantasy that steals our minds from things outside, to leave us unaware, although a thousand trumpets may blow loud--what stirs you if the senses show you nothing? Light stirs you, formed in Heaven, by itself, or by His will Who sends it down to us.

L'amor che move il sole e l'altre stelle (The love that moves the sun and the other stars)

The only fit reply to a fit request is silence and the fact.

He who sees a need and waits to be asked for help is as unkind as if he had refused it.

The infernal storm, eternal in its rage, sweeps and drives the spirits with its blast; it whirls them, lashing them with punishment. When they are swept back past their place of judgment then come the shrieks, laments, and anguished cries; there they blaspheme God's almighty power.

Conscience, that boon companion who sets a man free under the strong breastplate of innocence, that bids him on and fear not.

Into the eternal darkness, into fire and into ice.