As the geometer intently seeks to square the circle, but he cannot reach, through thought on thought, the principle he needs, so I searched that strange sight.
The more perfect a thing is, the more susceptible to good and bad treatment it is.
Justice does not descend from its own pinnacle.
The devil is not as black as he is painted.
He loves but little who can say and count in words, how much he loves.
... Nessun maggior dolore Che ricordarsi del tempo felice Nella miseria. (There is no greater pain than to remember a happy time when one is in misery.)