An interruption diverts the current, cuts the golden thread, breaks the exquisite harmony.

I have often thought that Dante was far less unfortunate than the world has judged him to be.

If he had been courted and crowned instead of rejected and exiled, it might have been that his genius would have missed the conditions which gave it immortal utterance.

Left to himself, he had only his own nature to reckon with; the world passed him by, and left him to the companionship of his sublime and awful dreams.

To be left alone with one's self is often the highest good fortune.