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

Consider your origins: you were not made to live as brutes, but to follow virtue and knowledge.

There is no greater sorrow than to recall happiness in times of misery.

In that part of the book of my memory before the which is little that can be read, there is a rubric, saying, Incipit Vita Nova. Under such rubric I find written many things; and among them the words which I purpose to copy into this little book; if not all of them, at the least their substance.

That which had pleased me once, troubled by spirit.

He loves but little who can say and count in words, how much he loves.

But the stars that marked our starting fall away. We must go deeper into greater pain, for it is not permitted that we stay.