...Everything that is, desires to be. As we act, we unfold our being. Enjoyment naturally follows, for a thing desired always brings delight.

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

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

The more souls who resonate together, the greater the intensity of their love... and, mirror-like... each soul reflects the other.

O you, who in some pretty boat, Eager to listen, have been following Behind my ship, that singing sails along Turn back to look again upon your own shores; Tempt not the deep, lest unawares, In losing me, you yourselves might be lost. The sea I sail has never yet been passed; Minerva breathes, and pilots me Apollo, And Muses nine point out to me the Bears. You other few who have neck uplifted Betimes to the bread of angels upon Which one lives and does not grow sated, Well may you launch your vessel Upon the deep sea.

Behold a God more powerful than I who comes to rule over me.

There is no greater pain than to remember, in our present grief, past happiness.