The experience of this sweet life.

Justice divine has weighed: the doom is clear. All hope renounce, ye lost, who enter here.

Honor is the greatest poet.

Not one drop of blood is left inside my veins that does not throb: I recognize signs of the ancient flame.

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.

...ma gia volgena il mio disio e'l velle si come rota ch'igualmente e mossa, l'amor che move: i sole e l'altre stelle ...as a wheel turns smoothtly, free from jars, my will and my desire were turned by love, The love that moves the sun and the other stars.

You shall leave everything you love.