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He who shall never be divided from me kissed my mouth all trembling.
No sorrow is deeper than the remembrance of happiness when in misery.
Be as a tower firmly set; Shakes not its top for any blast that blows.
He loves but little who can say and count in words, how much he loves.
There is no greater sorrow than to recall happiness in times of misery.
Three things remain with us from paradise: stars, flowers and children.
Stand firm as the tower that never shakes its top whatever wind may blow.
The more a thing is perfect, the more it feels pleasure and likewise pain.
Three sparks - pride, envy, and avarice - have been kindled in all hearts.
In each fire there is a spirit; Each one is wrapped in what is burning him.
The truth thy speech doth show, within my heart reproves the swelling pride.
Abandon hope, all ye who enter here. [Omnes relinquite spes, o vos intrantes]
Go forth and preach impostures to the world, But give them truth to build on.
Love hath so long possessed me for his own And made his lordship so familiar.
Blessed are the peacemakers, For they have freed themselves from sinful wrath.
My soul tasted that heavenly food, which gives new appetite while it satiates.
O human race, born to fly upward, wherefore at a little wind dost thou so fall?
If the present world go astray, the cause is in you, in you it is to be sought.
There is no greater pain than to remember, in our present grief, past happiness.
Because your question searches for deep meaning, I shall explain in simple words
He who awaits the call, but sees the need, Already sets his spirit to refuse it.
O faithful conscience, delicately pure, how doth a little failing wound thee sore!
Where the way is hardest, there go thou; Follow your own path and let people talk.
The more perfect a thing is, the more susceptible to good and bad treatment it is.
Lost are we, and are only so far punished, That without hope we live on in desire.
O conscience, upright and stainless, how bitter a sting to thee is a little fault!
Mankind, why do ye set your hearts on things That, of necessity, may not be shared?
Pride, envy, avarice - these are the sparks have set on fire the hearts of all men.
The human race is in the best condition when it has the greatest degree of liberty.
There is a gentle thought that often springs to life in me, because it speaks of you.
There's not the least thing can be said or done, but people will talk and find fault.
There, pride, avarice, and envy are the tongues men know and heed, a Babel of depsair
Segui il tuo corso et lascia dir les genti. (Follow your road and let the people say).
Love is the source of every virtue in you and of every deed which deserves punishment.
He who sees a need and waits to be asked for help is as unkind as if he had refused it.
I presumed to fix my look on the eternal light so long that I consumed my sight thereon.
Love kindled by virtue always kindles another, provided that its flame appear outwardly.
e quindi uscimmo a riveder le stelle" ("and thence we came forth to see again the stars")
Ah! Justice of our God! Who else could stow Such travails new and pains as met my glance!
This sorrow weighs upon the melancholy souls of those who lived without infamy or praise.
Justice divine has weighed: the doom is clear. All hope renounce, ye lost, who enter here.
The human race finds itself in a better situation when it has the higher level of freedom.
L'amor che move il sole e l'altre stelle (The love that moves the sun and the other stars)
I care not where my body may take me as long as my soul is embarked on a meaningful journey.
If a thief helps a poor man out of the spoils of his thieving, we must not call that charity.
Consider your origins: you were not made to live as brutes, but to follow virtue and knowledge.
You can stay and die or you can walk your ugly ass back through that gate. It's your call, pal.
The customs and fashions of men change like leaves on the bough, some of which go and others come.
At the midpoint on the journey of life, I found myself in a dark forest, for the clear path was lost.
In the midway of this our mortal life, I found me in a gloomy wood, astray, Gone from the path direct.