They yearn for what they fear for.
Honor is the greatest poet.
A mighty flame followeth a tiny spark.
In the middle of the journey of our life I came to myself within a dark wood where the straight way was lost.
Will cannot be quenched against its will.
...ma gia volgena il mio disio e'l velle si come rota ch'igualmente e mossa, l'amor che move: i sole e l'altre stelle ...as a wheel turns smoothtly, free from jars, my will and my desire were turned by love, The love that moves the sun and the other stars.