He is, most of all, l'amor che move il sole e l'altre stelle.
There is no greater sorrowthan thinking back upon a happy timein misery
The more a thing is perfect, the more it feels pleasure and pain.
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.
My thoughts were full of other things When I wandered off the path.
If the present world go astray, the cause is in you, in you it is to be sought.
I found myself within a forest dark,
I by not doing, not by doing, lost
Be as a tower, that, firmly set,Shakes not its top for any blast that blows!
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.
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...
Hope not ever to see Heaven. I have come to lead you to theother shore; into eternal darkness; into fire and into ice.
For she doth make my veins and pulses tremble.
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...
Beauty awakens the soul to act.
Thence we came forth to rebehold the stars.
The Commedia , it must be remembered, is a vision of the progress of man’s soul toward perfection.
On march the banners of the King of Hell.
There is no greater sorrow than to recall a happy time in the midst of wretchedness.
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.