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.