For where the instrument of intelligence is added to brute power and evil will, mankind is powerless in its own defense.
A man's renown is like the hue of grass, Which comes and goes.
Before me things created were none, save things Eternal, and eternal I endure. All hope abandon, ye who enter here.
Worldly fame is but a breath of wind that blows now this way, and now that, and changes name as it changes direction.
O you proud Christians, wretched souls and small,/ Who by the dim lights of your twisted minds/ Believe you prosper even as you fall,/ Can you not see that we are worms, each one/ Born to become the angelic butterfly/ That flies defenseless to the Judgement Throne?
Fate's arrow, when expected, travels slow.
The greatest gift that God in His bounty made in creation, and the most conformable to His goodness, and that which He prizes the most, was the freedom of will, with which the creatures with intelligence, they all and they alone, were and are endowed.
No one thinks of how much blood it costs.
Those ancients who in poetry presented the golden age, who sang its happy state, perhaps, in their Parnassus, dreamt this place. Here, mankind's root was innocent; and here were every fruit and never-ending spring; these streams--the nectar of which poets sing.
I am made of God, through his Grace. Such that your misery touches me not, Nor does flame of that burning assail me.
Now you know how much my love for you burns deep in me when I forget about our emptiness, and deal with shadows as with solid things.
I affirm that gain is precisely that which comes oftener to the bad man than to the good; for illegitimate gains never come to the good at all, because they reject them. And lawful gains rarely come to the good, because, since much anxious care is needful thereto, and the anxious care of the good man is directed to weightier matters, rarely does the good man give sufficient attention thereto. Wherefore it is clear that in every way the advent of these riches is iniquitous.
A backward glance can often lift the heart.
But if, as morning rises, dreams are true.
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.
My soul tasted that heavenly food, which gives new appetite while it satiates.
If the present world go astray, the cause is in you, in you it is to be sought.
Through me you pass into the city of woe: Through me you pass into eternal pain: Through me among the people lost for aye. Justice the founder of my fabric moved: To rear me was the task of power divine, Supremest wisdom, and primeval love. Before me things create were none, save things Eternal, and eternal I shall endure. All hope abandon, ye who enter here.
There is no greater pain than to remember, in our present grief, past happiness.
Unity in wills cannot be unless there is one will dominating and ruling all the rest to oneness... wills of mortals have need of a directive principle... therefore for the well-being of the world, there should be a monarchy.
He who awaits the call, but sees the need, Already sets his spirit to refuse it.
... Nessun maggior dolore Che ricordarsi del tempo felice Nella miseria. (There is no greater pain than to remember a happy time when one is in misery.)
At grief so deep the tongue must wag in vain; the language of our sense and memory lacks the vocabulary of such pain.
At the midpoint on the journey of life, I found myself in a dark forest, for the clear path was lost.
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.
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