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

The mouse had fallen in with evil cats.

I made my own house be my gallows.

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

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.

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

Everywhere is here and every when is now.