As phantoms frighten beasts when shadows fall.

The path to paradise begins in hell.

Reason flies When following the senses, on clipped wings.

Lying in a featherbed will bring you no fame, nor staying beneath the quilt, and he who uses up his life without achieving fame leaves no more vestige of himself on Earth than smoke in the air or foam upon the water.

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.

From a little spark may burst a flame.

As phantoms frighten beasts when shadows fall.