At this high moment, ability failed my capacity to describe.

Here let dead poetry rise once more to life.

O foolish anxiety of wretched man, how inconclusive are the arguments which make thee beat thy wings below!

The glory of Him who moves everything penetrates through the universe, and is resplendent in one part more and in another less.

He who sees a need and waits to be asked for help is as unkind as if he had refused it.

He listens well who takes notes.

Abandon all hope, ye who enter here.