Often a retrospect delights the mind.

If the present world go astray, the cause is in you, in you it is to be sought.

Justice divine has weighed: the doom is clear. All hope renounce, ye lost, who enter here.

The human race is in the best condition when it has the greatest degree of liberty.

A rapid bolt will rend the clouds apart, and every single White be seared by wounds. I tell you this. I want it all to hurt.

But the stars that marked our starting fall away. We must go deeper into greater pain, for it is not permitted that we stay.

e quindi uscimmo a riveder le stelle" ("and thence we came forth to see again the stars")