Follow your own star!

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.

Still desiring, we live without hope.

But already my desire and my will were being turned like a wheel, all at one speed, by the Love which moves the sun and the other stars

Lying in a featherbed will bring you no fame, nor staying beneath the quilt, and he who uses up his life without achieving fame leaves no more vestige of himself on Earth than smoke in the air or foam upon the water.

One ought to be afraid of nothing other then things possessed of power to do us harm, but things innoucuous need not be feared.

There's not the least thing can be said or done, but people will talk and find fault.