Love and the gentle heart are but the same thing.

Here my powers rest from their high fantasy, but already I could feel my being turned- instinct and intellect balanced equally. as in a wheel whose motion nothing jars- by the Love that moves the Sun and the other stars.

... 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.)

This sorrow weighs upon the melancholy souls of those who lived without infamy or praise.

No sorrow is deeper than the remembrance of happiness when in misery.

If your world isn't right, the cause is in you.

No man may be so cursed by priest or pope but what the Eternal Love may still return while any thread of green lives on in hope.