Thus you may understand that love alone is the true seed of every merit in you, and of all acts for which you must atone.

Worldly fame is but a breath of wind that blows now this way, and now that, and changes name as it changes direction.

The man who lies asleep will never waken fame.

I saw a point that shone with light so keen, the eye that sees it cannot bear its blazing; the star that is for us the smallest one would seem a moon if placed beside this point.

To get back up to the shining world from there My guide and I went into that hidden tunnel, And Following its path, we took no care To rest, but climbed: he first, then I-so far, through a round aperture I saw appear Some of the beautiful things that Heaven bears, Where we came forth, and once more saw the stars.

Eternal love made me.

Your fame is as the grass, whose hue comes and goes, and His might withers it by whose power it sprang from the lap of the earth.