He is, most of all, l'amor che move il sole e l'altre stelle.
Still desiring, we live without hope.
The glory of Him who moves everything penetrates through the universe, and is resplendent in one part more and in another less.
Go right on and listen as thou goest.
There, pride, avarice, and envy are the tongues men know and heed, a Babel of depsair
The only fit reply to a fit request is silence and the fact.