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.

Three things remain with us from paradise: stars, flowers and children.

The human race finds itself in a better situation when it has the higher level of freedom.

I felt for the tormented whirlwinds Damned for their carnal sins Committed when they let their passions rule their reason.

He listens well who takes notes.

To run over better waters the little vessel of my genius now hoists her sails, as she leaves behind her a sea so cruel.

Be like a solid tower whose brave height remains unmoved by all the winds that blow; the man who lets his thoughts be turned aside by one thing or another, will lose sight of his true goal, his mind sapped of its strength.