Pure essence, and pure matter, and the two joined into one were shot forth without flaw, like three bright arrows from a three-string bow.

It was the hour of morning, when the sun mounts with those stars that shone with it when God's own love first set in motion those fair things

As flowerlets drooped and puckered in the night turn up to the returning sun and spread their petals wide on his new warmth and light-just so my wilted spirits rose again and such a heat of zeal surged through my veins that I was born anew.

The more perfect a thing is, the more susceptible to good and bad treatment it is.

O mortal men, be wary of how ye judge.

From a small spark, Great flame has risen.

He is, most of all, l'amor che move il sole e l'altre stelle.