Blessed are the peacemakers, For they have freed themselves from sinful wrath.

If a thief helps a poor man out of the spoils of his thieving, we must not call that charity.

The experience of this sweet life.

As flowerlets drooped and puckered in the night turn up to the returning sun and spread their petals wide on his new warmth and light-just so my wilted spirits rose again and such a heat of zeal surged through my veins that I was born anew.

O conscience, upright and stainless, how bitter a sting to thee is a little fault!

To course across more kindly waters now my talent's little vessel lifts her sails, leaving behind herself a sea so cruel; and what I sing will be that second kingdom, in which the human soul is cleansed of sin, becoming worthy of ascent to Heaven.

... 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.)