So that the Universe felt love,by which, as somebelieve,the world has many times been turned to chaos.And at that moment this ancient rock,here and elsewhere, fell broken into pieces.
Into the eternal darkness, into fire and into ice.
In the middle of the journey of our life I found myself within a dark woods where the straight way was lost.
If the present world go astray, the cause is in you, in you it is to be sought.
Here pity only lives when it is dead - Virgil
For certain he hath seen all perfectnessFor certain he hath seen all perfectness. Who among other ladies hath seen mine: They that go with her humbly should combine To thank their God for such peculia...
Thus it was up to God, to Him alonein His own ways - by one or both, I say - to give man back his whole life and perfection.But since a deed done is more prized the moreit manifests within itself the...
There is no greater sorrowthan thinking back upon a happy timein misery
The Commedia , it must be remembered, is a vision of the progress of man’s soul toward perfection.
Hope not ever to see Heaven. I have come to lead you to theother shore; into eternal darkness; into fire and into ice.
He who best discerns the worth of time is most distressed whenever time is lost.
As the geometer intently seeksto square the circle, but he cannot reach, through thought on thought, the principle he needs, so I searched that strange sight.
The experience of this sweet life.
The wish to hear such baseness is degrading.
That precious fruit which all men eagerly go searching for on many different boughs will give,today, peace to your hungry soul.
That infinite and indescribable good which is there above races as swiftly to love as a ray of light to a bright body.It gives of itself according to the ardor it finds, so that as charity spreads far...
My thoughts were full of other things When I wandered off the path.
It was the hour of morning,when the sun mounts with those starsthat shone with it when God's own lovefirst set in motion those fair things
I, answering in the end, began: 'Alas,
Apparuit iam beatitudo vestra,