As, pricked out with less and greater lights, between the poles of the universe, the Milky Way so gleameth white as to set very sages questioning.

Art, as far as it is able, follows nature, as a pupil imitates his master; thus your art must be, as it were, God's grandchild.

Conscience, that boon companion who sets a man free under the strong breastplate of innocence, that bids him on and fear not.

There is no greater sorrow than to recall happiness in times of misery.

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

Heat cannot be separated from fire, or beauty from The Eternal.

There are souls beneath that water. Fixed in slimethey speak their piece, end it, and start again:'Sullen were we in the air made sweet by the Sun;in the glory of his shining our hearts poureda bitter smoke. Sullen were we begun;sullen we lie forever in this ditch.'This litany they gargle in their throatsas if they sand, but lacked the words and pitch.