But the stars that marked our starting fall away. We must go deeper into greater pain, for it is not permitted that we stay.

This mountain is so formed that it is always wearisome when one begins the ascent, but becomes easier the higher one climbs.

To run over better waters the little vessel of my genius now hoists her sails, as she leaves behind her a sea so cruel.

The man who lies asleep will never waken fame.

I felt for the tormented whirlwinds Damned for their carnal sins Committed when they let their passions rule their reason.

Heat cannot be separated from fire, or beauty from The Eternal.

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