I am made of God, through his Grace. Such that your misery touches me not, Nor does flame of that burning assail me.

Deed done is well begun.

If the present world go astray, the cause is in you, in you it is to be sought.

There is a place in Hell called the Malebolge.

Often a retrospect delights the mind.

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.

Love, that all gentle hearts so quickly know.