Be what it may, I will always esteem and adore the divine genius of this Gentleman, taking from him what I understand with humility and admiring with veneration what I am unable to understand.

Dreaming of a tomorrow, which tomorrow, will be as distant then as ’tis today.

All right, then, I’ll say it: Dante makes me sick.

Harmony is pure love, for love is a concerto.

Never do but one thing at a time, and never put off till to-morrow what you can do today.

But life is short: while one lives, everything is lacking; when one is dead, everything is superfluous.

Without love, the world itself would not survive.

The fire of love and the cold of time, deprive my sweet love of his peace of mind.

All right, then, I'll say it: Dante makes me sick.

Profits on the exchange are the treasures of goblins.