In that part of the book of my memory before the which is little that can be read, there is a rubric, saying, Incipit Vita Nova. Under such rubric I find written many things; and among them the words which I purpose to copy into this little book; if not all of them, at the least their substance.

They had their faces twisted toward their haunches and found it necessary to walk backward, because they could not see ahead of them. ...And since he wanted so to see ahead, he looks behind and walks a backward path.

The heavens call to you, and circle about you, displaying to you their eternal splendors, and your eye gazes only to earth.

Honor is the greatest poet.

Mankind is at its best when it is most free.

Curb your talent lest it speed where virtue does not guide.

If your world isn't right, the cause is in you.