“If I am more alive because love burns and chars me,as a fire, given wood or wind, feels new elation,it's that he who lays me low is my salvation,and invigorates the more, the more he scars me.”

“Is it any wonder, since, when near the fire, I was melted and burned, if now that it's extinguished outside me, it besets and consumes me inside, and bit by bit reduces me to ashes?”

“Dear to me is sleep: still more, being made of stone,While pain and guilt still linger here below,Blindness and numbness--these please me alone;Then do not wake me, keep your voices low.”

“So now, from this mad passionWhich made me take art for an idol and a kingI have learnt the burden of error that it boreAnd what misfortune springs from man's desire... The world's frivolities have robbed me of the timeThat I was given for reflecting upon God.”

“The greatest danger for most of us is not that our aim is too high and we miss it, but that it is too low and we reach it.”

“Ancora Imparo(Yet I am learning)”

“Lord, grant that I may always desire more than I accomplish.”