The path to paradise begins in hell.
Love, that moves the sun and the other stars
There is no greater sorrow
And now I fell as bodies fall,for dead.
Here sighs and cries and shrieks of lamentation echoed throughout the starless air of Hell;at first these sounds resounding made me weep:tongues confused, a language strained in anguishwith cadences o...
Nature is the art of God.
Here pity only lives when it is dead - Virgil
What is it then? Why do you hesitate?Why do you relish living like a coward?Why cannot you be bold and keen to start?
We were men once, though we've become trees
From a little spark may burst a mighty flame.
Ail hope abandon ye who enter here.
So bitter is it, death is little more;
Oh blind, oh ignorant, self-seeking cupidity whcih spurs as so in the short mortal life and steeps as through all eternity.
Into the eternal darkness, into fire and into ice.
I did not die, and yet I lost life’s breath
A mighty flame follows a tiny spark.
Pride, envy, avarice - these are the sparks have set on fire the hearts of all men.
The customs and fashions of men change like leaves on the bough, some of which go and others come.
That which had pleased me once, troubled by spirit.
L'amor che move il sole e l'altre stelle.