He who know most grieves most for wasted time.
The human race finds itself in a better situation when it has the higher level of freedom.
But if, as morning rises, dreams are true.
I was so full of sleep at the time that I left the true way.
Like the lark that soars in the air, first singing, then silent, content with the last sweetness that satiates it, such seemed to me that image, the imprint of the Eternal Pleasure.
... Nessun maggior dolore Che ricordarsi del tempo felice Nella miseria. (There is no greater pain than to remember a happy time when one is in misery.)