Oh foolish desires of mortals! How weak are the reasons that lead us to not take off our flight from the ground.

Like the lark that soars in the air, first singing, then silent, content with the last sweetness that satiates it, such seemed to me that image, the imprint of the Eternal Pleasure.

Reason flies When following the senses, on clipped wings.

Well, if the kid screws up, then I’ll just have to kick his ass.

The more perfect a thing the more it feels good and evil.

Only as a man surrenders himself to Devine Love may he hope for salvation, and salvation is open to all who surrender themselves.

That your art, as best it can, also follows Divine Intellect, as the disciple follows the master; So in reality, your art is, as it were, God’s grandchild.

I have set foot in that region of life where it is not possible to go with any more intention of returning.

In judgement be ye not too confident, Even as a man who will appraise his corn When standing in a field, ere it is ripe.

One ought to be afraid of nothing other then things possessed of power to do us harm, but things innoucuous need not be feared.

Give unto us this day the daily manna Without which, in this desert where we dwell, He must go backward who would most advance.

Go forth and preach impostures to the world, But give them truth to build on.

O conscience, upright and stainless, how bitter a sting to thee is a little fault!

As flowerlets drooped and puckered in the night turn up to the returning sun and spread their petals wide on his new warmth and light-just so my wilted spirits rose again and such a heat of zeal surged through my veins that I was born anew.

Love hath so long possessed me for his own And made his lordship so familiar.

Here all suspicion must be abandoned, All cowardice must be extinct.

I by not doing, not by doing, lost.

Because there is no man who can be true and just judge of himself, so much will self-love deceive him.

The mouse had fallen in with evil cats.

Our powers, whether of mind or tongue, cannot embrace that measure of understanding.

That which had pleased me once, troubled by spirit.

The glory of Him who moves everything penetrates through the universe, and is resplendent in one part more and in another less.

And just as he who unwills what he wills and shifts what he intends to seek new ends so that he’s drawn from what he had begun, so was I in the midst of that dark land, because, with all my thinking, I annulled the task I had so quickly undertaken.

Love rules me. It determines what I ask.

In this place piety lives where pity is dead.

All of nature is God’s art.

Imagination, that dost so abstract us That we are not aware, not even when A thousand trumpets sound about our ears!

Less shame a greater fault would palliate.

A light there is in the beyond which makes the Creator visible to the creature, who only in beholding Him finds peace.

At this high moment, ability failed my capacity to describe.

And my Guide to me: “He will not wake again until the angel trumpet sounds the day on which the host shall come to judge all men.

Love, that allows no loved one to be excused from loving, seized me so fiercely with desire for him, it still will not leave me, as you can see. Love led us to one death.

The poets leave hell and again behold the stars.

A heavy thunder shattered the deep sleep in my head, so that I came to myself, like someone woken by force, and standing up, I moved my eyes, now refreshed, and looked round, steadily, to find out what place I was in. I found myself, in truth, on the brink of the valley of the sad abyss that gathers the thunder of an infinite howling. It was so dark, and deep, and clouded, that I could see nothing by staring into its depths.

Compassion is not a passion; rather a noble disposition of the soul, made ready to receive love, mercy, and other charitable passions.

If i thought i was replying to someone who would every return to the world, this flame would cease it’s flickering. But since no one has returned from these depths alive, if what I’ve heard is true, I will answer you without fear of infamy.

You shall leave everything you love.

To run over better waters the little vessel of my genius now hoists her sails, as she leaves behind her a sea so cruel.

The experience of this sweet life.

As little flowers, which the chill of night has bent and huddled, when the white sun strikes, grow straight and open fully on their stems, so did I, too, with my exhausted force.

No man may be so cursed by priest or pope but what the Eternal Love may still return while any thread of green lives on in hope.

Heaven wheels above you, displaying to you her eternal glories, and still your eyes are on the ground.

The more perfect a thing is, the more susceptible to good and bad treatment it is.

Worldly fame is but a breath of wind that blows now this way, and now that, and changes name as it changes direction.

Master,” I said, “when the great clarion fades into the voice of thundering Omniscience, what of these agonies? Will they be the same, or more, or less, after the final sentence?

As once I loved you in my mortal flesh, without it now I love you still.

As fall the light autumnal leaves, one still the other following, till the bough strews all its honors on the earth below.

Do ye not comprehend that we are worms born to bring forth the angelic butterfly that flieth unto judgment without screen?

God is the love that moves the sun and stars.

I saw within Its depth how It conceives All things in a single volume bound by Love of which the universe is the scattered leaves.

My thoughts were full of other things When I wandered off the path.

How come I never meet any nice girls?

The loser, when a game of dice is done, remains behind reviewing every roll sadly, and sadly wiser, and alone.

Rejoice, Florence, seeing you are so great that over sea and land you flap your wings, and your name is widely known in Hell!

So that the Universe felt love, by which, as some believe, the world has many times been turned to chaos. And at that moment this ancient rock, here and elsewhere, fell broken into pieces.

There, pride, avarice, and envy are the tongues men know and heed, a Babel of despair.

They have no hope of death, and their darkened life is so mean that they are envious of every other fate. Earth allows no mention of them to exist: mercy and justice reject them: let us not talk of them, but look and pass.

One should only be afraid of those things Which have the power of doing others harm; For the rest, fear not; because they are not fearful.

Come on, shake off the covers of this sloth, for sitting softly cushioned, or tucked in bed, is no way to win fame.

Here pity only lives when it is dead – Virgil.

You can stay and die or you can walk your ugly ass back through that gate. It’s your call, pal.

Salvation must grow out of understanding, total understanding can follow only from total experience, and experience must be won by the laborious discipline of shaping one’s absolute attention.

The Infinite Goodness has such wide arms that it takes whatever turns to it.

Turn around, and keep your eyes closed shut, For if the Gorgon, Medusa, does appear, and you see her, You would never be able to return upward.

If the present world go astray, the cause is in you, in you it is to be sought.

My soul tasted that heavenly food, which gives new appetite while it satiates.

On march the banners of the King of Hell.

Love and the gentle heart are but the same thing.

You did thirst for blood, and with blood I fill you.

For where the instrument of intelligence is added to brute power and evil will, mankind is powerless in its own defense.

This sorrow weighs upon the melancholy souls of those who lived without infamy or praise.

I know this is a major cultural artifact but it’s bad for the community.

In each fire there is a spirit; Each one is wrapped in what is burning him.

There is no greater sorrow then to recall our times of joy in wretchedness.

This mountain is so formed that it is always wearisome when one begins the ascent, but becomes easier the higher one climbs.

That with him were, what time the Love Divine.

Stand firm as the tower that never shakes its top whatever wind may blow.

No sadness is greater than in misery to rehearse memories of joy.

There is a place in Hell called the Malebolge.

Before me there were no created things, Only eternity, and I too, last eternal. Abandon all hope, ye who enter here!

Abandon all hope, ye who enter here.

Often a retrospect delights the mind.

You learn by trying, making mistakes, correcting and trying again and again until your reach the desired goal, which is rarely without effort, but is rather a reward for hard work.

Lying in a featherbed will bring you no fame, nor staying beneath the quilt, and he who uses up his life without achieving fame leaves no more vestige of himself on Earth than smoke in the air or foam upon the water.

The human race finds itself in a better situation when it has the higher level of freedom.

A man’s renown is like the hue of grass, Which comes and goes.

It bugs the crap out of me when somebody talks more than I do.

Love kindled by virtue always kindles another, provided that its flame appear outwardly.

All your renown is like the summer flower that blooms and dies; because the sunny glow which brings it forth, soon slays with parching power.

I saw a point that shone with light so keen, the eye that sees it cannot bear its blazing; the star that is for us the smallest one would seem a moon if placed beside this point.

I am searching for that which every man seeks-peace and rest.

As one who sees in dreams and wakes to find the emotional impression of his vision still powerful while its parts fade from his mind – Just such am I, having lost nearly all the vision itself, while in my heart I feel the sweetness of it yet distill and fall.

Without hope we live in desire.

Justice does not descend from its own pinnacle.

Not one drop of blood is left inside my veins that does not throb: I recognize signs of the ancient flame.

Wisdom is earned, not given.

Infinite goodness has such wide arms.

A rapid bolt will rend the clouds apart, and every single White be seared by wounds. I tell you this. I want it all to hurt.

The day that man allows true love to appear, those things which are well made will fall into confusion and will overturn everything we believe to be right and true.

To course across more kindly waters now my 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 of sin, becoming worthy of ascent to Heaven.

Soon you will be where your own eyes will see the source and cause and give you their own answer to the mystery.

My mother used to always tell me that my father was a man who fought for the weak. He had courage and righteous heart. In the name of my father, I will kill Mundus!

Will cannot be quenched against its will.

And to a place I come where nothing shines.

Mankind is at its best when it is most free. This will be clear if we grasp the principle of liberty. We must recall that the basic principle is freedom of choice, which saying many have on their lips but few in their minds.

Fate’s arrow, when expected, travels slow.

Art, as far as it is able, follows nature, as a pupil imitates his master; thus your art must be, as it were, God’s grandchild.

I felt for the tormented whirlwinds Damned for their carnal sins Committed when they let their passions rule their reason.

He who shall never be divided from me kissed my mouth all trembling.

Behave like men, and not like witless sheep.

I am made of God, through his Grace. Such that your misery touches me not, Nor does flame of that burning assail me.

As the geometer intently seeks to square the circle, but he cannot reach, through thought on thought, the principle he needs, so I searched that strange sight.

It is necessity and not pleasure that compels us.

In the midway of this our mortal life, I found me in a gloomy wood, astray, Gone from the path direct.

Be as a tower firmly set; Shakes not its top for any blast that blows.

Midway upon the journey of our life.

Here my powers rest from their high fantasy, but already I could feel my being turned- instinct and intellect balanced equally as in a wheel whose motion nothing jars- by the Love that moves the Sun and the other stars.

Love, that exempts no one beloved from loving, seized me with pleasure of this man so strongly, that, as thou seest, it doth not yet desert me.

There is a gentle thought that often springs to life in me, because it speaks of you.

He who know most grieves most for wasted time.

The more a thing is perfect, the more it feels pleasure and likewise pain.

I’m beginning to think I’ve got rotten luck with women.

When we encountered a band of souls coming along the barrier, and each was gazing at us in the evening people gaze at one another under the new moon.

Deed done is well begun.

We are but a day in this world, and in that day the fashion is changed a thousand times: all seek liberty, yet all deprive themselves of it.

Consider the sea’s listless chime: Time’s self it is, made audible.

If a thief helps a poor man out of the spoils of his thieving, we must not call that charity.

Astrology, the noblest of sciences.

Nothing which is harmonized by the bond of the Muse can be changed from its own to another language without destroying its sweetness.

The heavens call to you, and circle about you, displaying to you their eternal splendors, and your eye gazes only to earth.

As phantoms frighten beasts when shadows fall.

Oh blind, oh ignorant, self-seeking cupidity which spurs as so in the short mortal life and steeps as through all eternity.

A backward glance can often lift the heart.

You shall find out how salt is the taste of another man’s bread, and how hard is the way up and down another man’s stairs.

No one thinks of how much blood it costs.

Love can move the Sun and the stars.

The well heeded well heard.

The whole universe is but the footprint of the Divine goodness.

Abandon every hope, you who enter.

The heaven that rolls around cries aloud to you while it displays its eternal beauties, and yet your eyes are fixed upon the earth alone.

Conscience, that boon companion who sets a man free under the strong breastplate of innocence, that bids him on and fear not.

Heat cannot be separated from fire, or beauty from The Eternal.

Midway in our life’s journey, I went astray from the straight road and woke to find myself alone in a dark wood.

O human race, born to fly upward, wherefore at a little wind dost thou so fall?

Lost are we, and are only so far punished, That without hope we live on in desire.

At grief so deep the tongue must wag in vain; the language of our sense and memory lacks the vocabulary of such pain.

There is no greater pain than to remember, in our present grief, past happiness.

The only fit reply to a fit request is silence and the fact.

It was the hour of morning, when the sun mounts with those stars that shone with it when God’s own love first set in motion those fair things.

For she doth make my veins and pulses tremble.

Into the eternal darkness, into fire and into ice.

No sorrow is deeper than the remembrance of happiness when in misery.

Justice divine has weighed: the doom is clear. All hope renounce, ye lost, who enter here.

The man who lies asleep will never waken fame.

When I had journeyed half of our life’s way, I found myself within a shadowed forest, for I had lost the path that does not stray.

Be like a solid tower whose brave height remains unmoved by all the winds that blow; the man who lets his thoughts be turned aside by one thing or another, will lose sight of his true goal, his mind sapped of its strength.

But if, as morning rises, dreams are true.

A fight every now and again does make life more interesting. Don’t ya think?

Hope not ever to see Heaven. I have come to lead you to the other shore; into eternal darkness; into fire and into ice.

We have no hope and yet we live in longing.

Pride, envy, avarice – these are the sparks have set on fire the hearts of all men.

And we came forth to contemplate the stars.

I care not where my body may take me as long as my soul is embarked on a meaningful journey.

There is no greater sorrow than to recall happiness in times of misery.

Through me you go into a city of weeping; through me you go into eternal pain; through me you go amongst the lost people.

Here let dead poetry rise once more to life.

Blessed are the peacemakers, For they have freed themselves from sinful wrath.

They yearn for what they fear for.

Thus you may understand that love alone is the true seed of every merit in you, and of all acts for which you must atone.

You sure know how to throw a party! No food, no drinks, and the only babe just left.

A fair request should be followed by the deed in silence.

But the stars that marked our starting fall away. We must go deeper into greater pain, for it is not permitted that we stay.

In His will, our peace.

Love is the source of every virtue in you and of every deed which deserves punishment.

I made my own house be my gallows.

Knowledge comes Of learning well retain’d, unfruitful else.

I wept not, so to stone within I grew.

He who sees a need and waits to be asked for help is as unkind as if he had refused it.

If thou follow thy star, thou canst not fail of glorious heaven.

He listens well who takes notes.

Everywhere is here and every when is now.

Come, follow me, and leave the world to its babblings.

He loves but little who can say and count in words, how much he loves.

Consider that this day ne’er dawns again.

I did not die, and yet I lost life’s breath.

I love to doubt as well as know.

He is not always at ease who laughs.

A mighty flame followeth a tiny spark.

From there we came outside and saw the stars.

My course is set for an uncharted sea.

Do not desert me when I need you most. And if we can’t go on together, let’s retrace our steps as quickly as we can.

But already my desire and my will were being turned like a wheel, all at one speed, by the Love which moves the sun and the other stars.

Before me things created were none, save things Eternal, and eternal I endure. All hope abandon, ye who enter here.