Love can move the Sun and the stars.

Those ancients who in poetry presented the golden age, who sang its happy state, perhaps, in their Parnassus, dreamt this place. Here, mankind's root was innocent; and here were every fruit and never-ending spring; these streams--the nectar of which poets sing.

You shall find out how salt is the taste of another man's bread, and how hard is the way up and down another man's stairs.

O power of fantasy that steals our minds from things outside, to leave us unaware, although a thousand trumpets may blow loud--what stirs you if the senses show you nothing? Light stirs you, formed in Heaven, by itself, or by His will Who sends it down to us.

e quindi uscimmo a riveder le stelle" ("and thence we came forth to see again the stars")

Many have justice in their hearts, but slowly it is let fly, for it comes not without council to the bow.

I felt for the tormented whirlwinds Damned for their carnal sins Committed when they let their passions rule their reason.