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Because there is no man who can be true and just judge of himself, so much will self-love deceive him.
Heaven wheels above you, displaying to you her eternal glories, and still your eyes are on the ground.
The darkest places in hell are reserved for those who maintain their neutrality in times of moral crisis.
Many have justice in their hearts, but slowly it is let fly, for it comes not without council to the bow.
Not one drop of blood is left inside my veins that does not throb: I recognize signs of the ancient flame.
The splendors that belong unto the fame of earth are but a wind, that in the same direction lasts not long.
O foolish anxiety of wretched man, how inconclusive are the arguments which make thee beat thy wings below!
Love with delight discourses in my mindUpon my lady's admirable gifts...Beyond the range of human intellect.
In the middle of the journey of our life I came to myself within a dark wood where the straight way was lost.
The loser, when a game of dice is done, remains behind reviewing every roll sadly, and sadly wiser, and alone.
…all things created have an order in themselves, and this begets the form that lets the universe resemble God.
Midway in our life's journey, I went astray from the straight road and woke to find myself alone in a dark wood.
A prayer may chance to rise From one whose heart lives in the grace of God. A prayer from any other is unheeded.
Oh foolish desires of mortals! How weak are the reasons that lead us to not take off our flight from the ground.
Of my sowing such straw I reap. O human folk, why set the heart there where exclusion of partnership is necessary
Hope not ever to see heaven. I come to lead you to the other shore; into the eternal darkness; into fire and ice.
If you're asking for a date, forget it. 'Cause I make it a point not to go out with women who shoot me in the head!
And as he, who with laboring breath has escaped from the deep to the shore, turns to the perilous waters and gazes.
Before me things created were none, save things Eternal, and eternal I endure. All hope abandon, ye who enter here.
I am made of God, through his Grace. Such that your misery touches me not, Nor does flame of that burning assail me.
Imagination, that dost so abstract us That we are not aware, not even when A thousand trumpets sound about our ears!
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.
Worldly fame is but a breath of wind that blows now this way, and now that, and changes name as it changes direction.
At grief so deep the tongue must wag in vain; the language of our sense and memory lacks the vocabulary of such pain.
To run over better waters the little vessel of my genius now hoists her sails, as she leaves behind her a sea so cruel.
Through me you go into a city of weeping; through me you go into eternal pain; through me you go amongst the lost people
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.
For where the instrument of intelligence is added to brute power and evil will, mankind is powerless in its own defense.
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.
As fall the light autumnal leaves, one still the other following, till the bough strews all its honors on the earth below.
There is in hell a place stone-built throughout, Called Malebolge, of an iron hue, Like to the wall that circles it about.
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.
I felt for the tormented whirlwinds Damned for their carnal sins Committed when they let their passions rule their reason.
Do ye not comprehend that we are worms born to bring forth the angelic butterfly that flieth unto judgment without screen?
So may heaven's grace clear away the foam from the conscience, that the river of thy thoughts may roll limpid thenceforth.
The heavens call to you, and circle about you, displaying to you their eternal splendors, and your eye gazes only to earth.
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.
These dwell among the blackest souls,loaded down deep by sins of differing types.If you sink far enough,you'll see them all.
But the stars that marked our starting fall away. We must go deeper into greater pain, for it is not permitted that we stay.
This mountain is so formed that it is always wearisome when one begins the ascent, but becomes easier the higher one climbs.
Conscience, that boon companion who sets a man free under the strong breastplate of innocence, that bids him on and fear not.
Oh blind! Oh ignorant, self-seeking cupidity which spurs us so in the short mortal life and steeps us so through all eternity!
The glory of Him who moves everything penetrates through the universe, and is resplendent in one part more and in another less.
Give unto us this day the daily manna Without which, in this desert where we dwell, He must go backward who would most advance.
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.
One ought to be afraid of nothing other then things possessed of power to do us harm, but things innoucuous need not be feared.
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.
Your fame is as the grass, whose hue comes and goes, and His might withers it by whose power it sprang from the lap of the earth.
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.
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.