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.

Open your mind to what I shall disclose, and hold it fast within you; he who hears, but does not hold what he has heard, learns nothing. Beatrice - Canto V 40-42

In that part of the book of my memory before which little can be read, there is a heading, which says: ‘Incipit vita nova: Here begins the new life’.

At grief so deep the tongue must wag in vain; the language of our sense and memory lacks the vocabulary of such pain.

And we came forth to contemplate the stars.

Fate's arrow, when expected, travels slow.

He loves but little who can say and count in words, how much he loves.