Esse doce licor, que não sacia, - Dante Alighieri

"From now on you will have to cast off sloth in this way," said my master, "for one does not gain fame sitting on-down cushions, or while under coverlets; and whoever consumes his life without fame leaves a mark of himself on earth like smoke in the air or foam in water. And therefore stand up; conquer your panting with the spirit that conquers in every battle, if it does not let the heavy body crush it down."

Non è il mondan romore altro ch’un fiato
di vento, ch’or vien quinci e or vien quindi,
e muta nome perché muta lato.

Siempre debe el hombre sella sus labios, en cuanto pueda para aquellas verdades que tienen apariencia de mentiras.