It is his fate to enter every door. This has been willed where what is willed must be, and is not yours to question. Say no more.
Though every city shall he hunt her down,Until he shall driven her back to Hell,There from whence envy first did let her loose.
The more a thing is perfect, the more it feels pleasure and pain.
The man who lies asleep will never waken fame, and his desire and all his life drift past him like a dream, and the traces of his memory fade from time like smoke in air, or ripples on a stream.
That which had pleased me once, troubled by spirit.
Oh human creatures, born to soar aloft,Why fall ye thus before a little wind?
Lady, you who are so great, so powerful,that who seeks grace without recourse to youwould have his wish fly upward without wings.
This is Nimrod, because of whose vile plan the world no longer speaks a single tongue.
To course across more kindly waters nowmy talent's little vessel lifts her sails,leaving behind herself a sea so cruel; and what I sing will be that second kingdom,in which the human soul is cleansed...
Through me the way into the suffering city,Through me the way into eternal pain,Through me the way that runs among the lost.
This mountain is so formed that it is always wearisome when one begins the ascent, but becomes easier the higher one climbs.
The mind which is created quick to love, is responsive to everything that is pleasing, soon as by pleasure it is awakened into activity. Your apprehensive faculty draws an impression from a real objec...
The day that man allows true love to appear, those things which are well made will fall into cofusion and will overturn everything we believe to be right and true.
There is no greater sorrow than to recall a happy time in the midst of wretchedness.
Abandon hope all ye who enter here.
And he began, "What chance or destinyhas brought you here before your final day?And who is he who leads your pilgrimage?""Up there in life beneath the quiet starsI lost my way," I answered, "in a vall...
Heaven wheels above you, displaying to you her eternal glories, and still your eyes are on the ground
A mighty flame follows a tiny spark.
These dwell among the blackest souls, loaded down deep by sins of differing types. If you sink far enough, you'll see them all.
The broken branch hissed loudly, and then thatwind was converted into these words: Briefly willyou be answered.When the fierce soul departs from the body fromwhich it has uprooted itself, Minos sends...