Nech Janči s Ančou nesúdia hneď ľudí, keď tamten dáva almužnu, ten kradne, že vidia už, aj ako Boh ich súdi: ten môže vstať, a tamten možno padne. - Dante Alighieri

He who knows most grieves most for wasted time.

As little flowers, which the chill of night has bent and huddled, when the white sun strikes, grow straight and open fully on their stems, so did I, too, with my exhausted force.

Because your human longings point to where portions grow smaller in shared fellowship, meanness of mind must make the bellows sigh. 52 If love, though, seeking for the utmost sphere, should ever wrench your longings to the skies, such fears would have no place within your breast. 55 For, there, the more that we can speak of “ours”, the more each one possesses of the good and, in that cloister, caritas burns brighter.