There is no greater sorrow than to be mindful of the happy time in misery.

Pride, envy, avarice - these are the sparks have set on fire the hearts of all men

For where the instrument of intelligence is added to brute power and evil will, mankind is powerless in its own defense.

Heaven wheels above you, displaying to you her eternal glories, and still your eyes are on the ground

In the middle of the road of my life I awoke in the dark wood where the true way was wholly lost

We must overact our part in some measure, in order to produce any effect at all.