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.

If you give people light, they will find their own way.

At this high moment, ability failed my capacity to describe.

He is, most of all, l'amor che move il sole e l'altre stelle.

I made my own house be my gallows.

From there we came outside and saw the stars

A backward glance can often lift the heart.