Desire urges me on, while fear bridals me.
— The Heroic Enthusiasts - (Gli Eroici Furori) - An Ethical Poem
Giordano Bruno was an Italian philosopher, Dominican friar, poet and cosmological thinker of the 16th century. Going beyond the new Copernican model, he argued that the stars are distant suns with planets of their own, that those planets might hold life, and that the universe is infinite and has no centre.
The Roman Inquisition tried him for heresy for denying central Catholic doctrines, found him guilty and burned him at the stake in Rome's Campo de' Fiori in 1600. Later generations, especially in the 19th century, celebrated him as a martyr for science, and his case is still seen as a landmark in the history of free thought. He also wrote at length on the art of memory.
The Roman Inquisition tried him for heresy for denying central Catholic doctrines, found him guilty and burned him at the stake in Rome's Campo de' Fiori in 1600. Later generations, especially in the 19th century, celebrated him as a martyr for science, and his case is still seen as a landmark in the history of free thought. He also wrote at length on the art of memory.
Perchance you who pronounce my sentence are in greater fear than I who receive it.
Maybe you who condemn me are in greater fear than I who am condemned.
If the butterfly wings its way to the sweet light that attracts it, it's only becasue it doesn't know that the fire can consume it.
The Divine Light is always in man, presenting itself to the senses and to the comprehension, but man rejects it.
I await your sentence with less fear than you pass it. The time will come when all will see what I see.
With luck on your side you can do without brains.
Innumerable spirits and souls, when spread out through the same space, do not interfere with each other such that the diffusion of one would affect the diffusion of an infinity of others.
It is proper that noble spirits, equipped with truth and enlightened with the Divine intelligence, should arm themselves against dense ignorance by climbing up to the high rock and tower of contemplation.
Time is the father of truth, its mother is our mind.