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.

e quindi uscimmo a riveder le stelle" ("and thence we came forth to see again the stars")

At grief so deep the tongue must wag in vain; the language of our sense and memory lacks the vocabulary of such pain.

Reason flies When following the senses, on clipped wings.

The heavens call to you, and circle about you, displaying to you their eternal splendors, and your eye gazes only to earth.

When I had journeyed half of our life's way, I found myself within a shadowed forest, for I had lost the path that does not stray.

Small projects need much more help than great.