He who sees a need and waits to be asked for help is as unkind as if he had refused it.

O human race, born to fly upward, wherefore at a little wind dost thou so fall?

O power of fantasy that steals our minds from things outside, to leave us unaware, although a thousand trumpets may blow loud--what stirs you if the senses show you nothing? Light stirs you, formed in Heaven, by itself, or by His will Who sends it down to us.

O foolish anxiety of wretched man, how inconclusive are the arguments which make thee beat thy wings below!

I care not where my body may take me as long as my soul is embarked on a meaningful journey.

The man who lies asleep will never waken fame.

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