The wisest are the most annoyed at the loss of time.

In that part of the book of my memory before which little can be read, there is a heading, which says: ‘Incipit vita nova: Here begins the new life’.

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

No man may be so cursed by priest or pope but what the Eternal Love may still return while any thread of green lives on in hope.

He who know most grieves most for wasted time.

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’.

L'amor che move il sole e l'altre stelle (The love that moves the sun and the other stars)