There sighs, lamentations and loud wailings resounded through the starless air, so that at first it made me weep; strange tongues, horrible language, words of pain, tones of anger, voices loud and hoarse, and with these the sound of hands, made a tumult which is whirling through that air forever dark, and sand eddies in a whirlwind.

From a small spark, Great flame has risen.

But already my desire and my will were being turned like a wheel, all at one speed, by the Love which moves the sun and the other stars

Follow your path, and let the people talk.

In the middle of the journey of our life I came to myself within a dark wood where the straight way was lost.

Art, as far as it is able, follows nature, as a pupil imitates his master; thus your art must be, as it were, God's grandchild.

O human race, born to fly upward, wherefore at a little wind dost thou so fall?