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• No greater grief than to remember days Of joy when misery is at hand.
  -- Dante (1265-1321) -- Hell, Canto v, Line 121...
• The world that never mankind hath possessed. [del mondo sanza gente.
  ] -- Dante "Inferno," XXVI,v. 117...
• Art imitates nature as well as it can, as a pupil follows his maste
  hus it is a sort of grandchild of God. [ che l'arte vostra quella, quanto pote, segue, come 'l maestro fa il discente...
• Amor, ch'al cor gentil ratto s'apprende, prese costui de la bella persona che mi fu tolta
  e 'l modo ancor m'offende. Amor, ch'a nullo amato amar perdona, mi prese del costui piacer si` forte, che, come vedi, ancor non m'abbandona....
• A feeling of sadness and longing That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain.
  -- Henry W. Longfellow (1807-1882) -- The Day is done...
• For Time will teach thee soon the truth, There are no birds in last year's nest!
  -- Henry W. Longfellow (1807-1882) -- It is not always May...
• O suffering, sad humanity! O ye afflicted ones, who lie Steeped to the lips in misery, Longing, yet afraid to die, Patient, though sorely tried!
  -- Henry W. Longfellow (1807-1882) -- The Goblet of Life...
• Something the heart must have to cherish, Must love and joy and sorrow lea
  Something with passion clasp, or perish And in itself to ashes burn....
• Great is the art of beginning, but greater the art of ending... -- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow