If you follow your natural bent;you will definitely go to heaven

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

This mountain is so formed that it is always wearisome when one begins the ascent, but becomes easier the higher one climbs.

Perceive ye not that we are worms, designed To form the angelic butterfly, that goes To judgment, leaving all defence behind? Why doth your mind take such exalted pose, Since ye, disabled, are as insects, mean As worm which never transformation knows?

O you, who in some pretty boat, Eager to listen, have been following Behind my ship, that singing sails along Turn back to look again upon your own shores; Tempt not the deep, lest unawares, In losing me, you yourselves might be lost. The sea I sail has never yet been passed; Minerva breathes, and pilots me Apollo, And Muses nine point out to me the Bears. You other few who have neck uplifted Betimes to the bread of angels upon Which one lives and does not grow sated, Well may you launch your vessel Upon the deep sea.

The customs and fashions of men change like leaves on the bough, some of which go and others come.

When we encountered a band of souls coming along the barrier, and each was gazing at us in the evening people gaze at one another under the new moon