Heaven wheels above you, displaying to you her eternal glories, and still your eyes are on the ground.
Pride, envy, avarice - these are the sparks have set on fire the hearts of all men.
If the present world go astray, the cause is in you, in you it is to be sought.
In the middle of the journey of our life I came to myself within a dark wood where the straight way was lost.
Nature is the art of God.
No one thinks of how much blood it costs.
O conscience, upright and stainless, how bitter a sting to thee is a little fault!
I love to doubt as well as know.
Art, as far as it is able, follows nature, as a pupil imitates his master; thus your art must be, as it were, God's grandchild.