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

And when he had put his hand on mine with a cheerful look, wherefrom I took courage, he brought me within to the secret things. Here sighs, laments, and deep wailings were resounding through the starless air; wherefore at first I wept thereat. Strange tongues, horrible utterances, words of woe, accents of anger, voices high and faint, and sounds of hands with them, were making a tumult which whirls always in that air forever dark, like the sand when the whirlwind breathes.

Abandon hope, all ye who enter here. [Omnes relinquite spes, o vos intrantes]

There is no greater pain than to remember, in our present grief, past happiness.

In that book which is my memory, On the first page of the chapter that is the day when I first met you, Appear the words, ‘Here begins a new life’.

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

No sadness is greater than in misery to rehearse memories of joy.