We climbed up.until I finally saw through a round opening the beauteous things which Heaven holds. And there we came out to see, once more, the stars.

The path to paradise begins in hell.

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

Doubting charms me not less than knowledge. [It., Non menno che saper, dubbiar m'aggrata.]

O faithful conscience, delicately pure, how doth a little failing wound thee sore! [It., O dignitosa coscienza e netta, Come t' e picciol fallo amaro morso.]

Never do anything against conscience even if the state demands it.