The path to paradise begins in hell.
What shall one do with the verse, if he knows not That?
A rapid bolt will rend the clouds apart, and every single White be seared by wounds. I tell you this. I want it all to hurt.
I was so full of sleep at the time that I left the true way.
He is, most of all, l'amor che move il sole e l'altre stelle.
Eternal love made me.