If i thought i was replying to someone who would every return to the world, this flame would cease it's flickering. But since no one has returned from these depths alive, if what I've heard is true, I will answer you without fear of infamy.

Curb your talent lest it speed where virtue does not guide.

In that book which is my memory, On the first page of the chapter that is the day when I first met you, Appear the words, ‘Here begins a new life’.

In that part of the book of my memory before the which is little that can be read, there is a rubric, saying, Incipit Vita Nova. Under such rubric I find written many things; and among them the words which I purpose to copy into this little book; if not all of them, at the least their substance.

This sorrow weighs upon the melancholy souls of those who lived without infamy or praise.

Not one drop of blood is left inside my veins that does not throb: I recognize signs of the ancient flame.

Stand firm as the tower that never shakes its top whatever wind may blow.