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I Found Myself Within A Forest Dark, For The Straightfoward Pathway Had Been Lost. Ah Me! How Hard A Thing Is To Say, What Was This Forest Savage, Rough, And Stern, Which In The Very Thought Renews The Fear. So Bitter Is It, Death Is Little More.

-Dante Alighieri

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I Found Myself Within

Dante Alighieri

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I Found Myself Within A Forest Dark, For The Straightfoward Pathway Had Been Lost. Ah Me! How Hard A Thing Is To Say, What Was This Forest Savage, Rough, And Stern, Which In The Very Thought Renews The Fear. So Bitter Is It, Death Is Little More.

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Deed Done Is Well Begun.

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.

Be As A Tower Firmly Set; Shakes Not Its Top For Any Blast That Blows.

As, Pricked Out With Less And Greater Lights, Between The Poles Of The Universe, The Milky Way So Gleameth White As To Set Very Sages Questioning.

The Well Heeded Well Heard.

It Is No Learning To Understand What You Do Not Retain.

Still Desiring, We Live Without Hope.

There Is In Hell A Place Stone-built Throughout, Called Malebolge, Of An Iron Hue, Like To The Wall That Circles It About.

I Felt For The Tormented Whirlwinds Damned For Their Carnal Sins Committed When They Let Their Passions Rule Their Reason.

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.

They Had Their Faces Twisted Toward Their Haunches And Found It Necessary To Walk Backward, Because They Could Not See Ahead Of Them. ...and Since He Wanted So To See Ahead, He Looks Behind And Walks A Backward Path.

Lost Are We, And Are Only So Far Punished, That Without Hope We Live On In Desire.

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.

If Anyone Should Want To Know My Name, I Am Called Leah. And I Spend All My Time Weaving Garlands Of Flowers With My Fair Hands, T O Please Me When I Stand Before The Mirror; My Sister Rachel Sits All The Day Long Before Her Own, And Never Moves Away. She Loves To Contemplate Her Lovely Eyes; I Love To Use My Hands To Adorn Myself: Her Joy Is In Reflection, Mine In Act.

What Shall One Do With The Verse, If He Knows Not That?

Reason Flies When Following The Senses, On Clipped Wings.

There Are Souls Beneath That Water. Fixed In Slimethey Speak Their Piece, End It, And Start Again:'sullen Were We In The Air Made Sweet By The Sun;in The Glory Of His Shining Our Hearts Poureda Bitter Smoke. Sullen Were We Begun;sullen We Lie Forever In This Ditch.'this Litany They Gargle In Their Throatsas If They Sand, But Lacked The Words And Pitch.

Into The Eternal Darkness, Into Fire And Into Ice.

Come, Follow Me, And Leave The World To Its Babblings.

Imagination, That Dost So Abstract Us That We Are Not Aware, Not Even When A Thousand Trumpets Sound About Our Ears!

I Am The Way Into The City Of Woe. I Am The Way To A Forsaken People. I Am The Way Into Eternal Sorrow. Sacred Justice Moved My Architect. I Was Raised Here By Divine Omnipotence, Primordial Love And Ultimate Intellect. Only Those Elements Time Cannot Wear Were Made Before Me, And Beyond Time I Stand. Abandon All Hope Ye Who Enter Here.

...everything That Is, Desires To Be. As We Act, We Unfold Our Being. Enjoyment Naturally Follows, For A Thing Desired Always Brings Delight.

Ah! Justice Of Our God! Who Else Could Stow Such Travails New And Pains As Met My Glance!

But The Stars That Marked Our Starting Fall Away. We Must Go Deeper Into Greater Pain, For It Is Not Permitted That We Stay.

Consider Your Origins: You Were Not Made To Live As Brutes, But To Follow Virtue And Knowledge.

Love, That All Gentle Hearts So Quickly Know.

Oh Foolish Desires Of Mortals! How Weak Are The Reasons That Lead Us To Not Take Off Our Flight From The Ground.

Go Right On And Listen As Thou Goest.

Thy Soul Is By Vile Fear Assailed, Which Oft So Overcasts A Man, That He Recoils From Noblest Resolution, Like A Beast At Some False Semblance In The Twilight Gloom.

Midway Along The Journey Of Our Life I Woke To Find Myself In A Dark Wood, For I Had Wandered Off From The Straight Path. How Hard It Is To Tell What It Was Like, This Wood Of Wilderness, Savage And Stubborn (the Thought Of It Brings Back All My Old Fears), A Bitter Place! Death Could Scarce Be Bitterer. But If I Would Show The Good That Came Of It I Must Talk About Things Other Than The Good.

Midway Upon The Journey Of Our Life

Sta Come Torre Ferma, Che Non Crolla Giammai La Cima Per Soffiar De' Venti. Be Steadfast As A Tower That Doth Not Bend Its Stately Summit To The Tempest's Shock.

Three Things Remain With Us From Paradise: Stars, Flowers And Children.

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.

Love Hath So Long Possessed Me For His Own And Made His Lordship So Familiar.

There, Pride, Avarice, And Envy Are The Tongues Men Know And Heed, A Babel Of Depsair

Pure Essence, And Pure Matter, And The Two Joined Into One Were Shot Forth Without Flaw, Like Three Bright Arrows From A Three-string Bow.

So That The Universe Felt Love, By Which, As Somebelieve, The World Has Many Times Been Turned To Chaos. And At That Moment This Ancient Rock, Here And Elsewhere, Fell Broken Into Pieces.

Seldom Indeed Does Human Virtue Rise From Trunk To Branch.

Give Unto Us This Day The Daily Manna Without Which, In This Desert Where We Dwell, He Must Go Backward Who Would Most Advance.

Abandon Every Hope, You Who Enter.

Heat Cannot Be Separated From Fire, Or Beauty From The Eternal.

The Heavens Call To You, And Circle About You, Displaying To You Their Eternal Splendors, And Your Eye Gazes Only To Earth.

The Devil Is Not As Black As He Is Painted.

Small Projects Need Much More Help Than Great.

Blessed Are The Peacemakers, For They Have Freed Themselves From Sinful Wrath.

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.

This Mountain Is So Formed That It Is Always Wearisome When One Begins The Ascent, But Becomes Easier The Higher One Climbs.

These Dwell Among The Blackest Souls,loaded Down Deep By Sins Of Differing Types.if You Sink Far Enough,you'll See Them All.

For Where The Instrument Of Intelligence Is Added To Brute Power And Evil Will, Mankind Is Powerless In Its Own Defense.

O Foolish Anxiety Of Wretched Man, How Inconclusive Are The Arguments Which Make Thee Beat Thy Wings Below!

How Come I Never Meet Any Nice Girls?

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.

To Run Over Better Waters The Little Vessel Of My Genius Now Hoists Her Sails, As She Leaves Behind Her A Sea So Cruel.

Perceive Ye Not That We Are Worms, Designed To Form The Angelic Butterfly, That Goes To Judgment, Leaving All Defence Behind? Why Doth Your Mind Take Such Exalted Pose, Since Ye, Disabled, Are As Insects, Mean As Worm Which Never Transformation Knows?

We Have No Hope And Yet We Live In Longing.

Honor Is The Greatest Poet.

At The Midpoint On The Journey Of Life, I Found Myself In A Dark Forest, For The Clear Path Was Lost.

Eternal Love Made Me.

The Whole Universe Is But The Footprint Of The Divine Goodness.

I Found Myself Within A Forest Dark.

He Who Know Most Grieves Most For Wasted Time.

Three Sparks - Pride, Envy, And Avarice - Have Been Kindled In All Hearts.

A Prayer May Chance To Rise From One Whose Heart Lives In The Grace Of God. A Prayer From Any Other Is Unheeded.

In That Part Of The Book Of My Memory Before Which Little Can Be Read, There Is A Heading, Which Says: ‘incipit Vita Nova: Here Begins The New Life’.

And We Came Forth To Contemplate The Stars.

Worldly Fame Is But A Breath Of Wind That Blows Now This Way, And Now That, And Changes Name As It Changes Direction.

I Made My Own House Be My Gallows.

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.

E Quindi Uscimmo A Riveder Le Stelle" ("and Thence We Came Forth To See Again The Stars")

The More A Thing Is Perfect, The More It Feels Pleasure And Likewise Pain.

Love Insists The Loved Loves Back

It May Be That A More Subtle Person Would Find For This Thing A Reason Of Greater Subtlety: But Such Is The Reason That I Find, And That Liketh Me Best.

My Soul Tasted That Heavenly Food, Which Gives New Appetite While It Satiates.

Heaven Wheels Above You, Displaying To You Her Eternal Glories, And Still Your Eyes Are On The Ground.

Do Not Be Afraid; Our Fate Cannot Be Taken From Us; It Is A Gift.

Behold A God More Powerful Than I Who Comes To Rule Over Me.

Beauty Awakens The Soul To Act.

Here Let Dead Poetry Rise Once More To Life.

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.

Here Pity Only Lives When It Is Dead - Virgil

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.

Go Forth And Preach Impostures To The World, But Give Them Truth To Build On.

Segui Il Tuo Corso Et Lascia Dir Les Genti. (follow Your Road And Let The People Say).

The Secret Of Getting Things Done Is To Act!

As Fall The Light Autumnal Leaves, One Still The Other Following, Till The Bough Strews All Its Honors On The Earth Below.

The Truth Thy Speech Doth Show, Within My Heart Reproves The Swelling Pride.

And As He, Who With Laboring Breath Has Escaped From The Deep To The Shore, Turns To The Perilous Waters And Gazes.

Here We Find The Moat Of Thieves. And Just As A Lizard, With A Quick, Slick Slither, Flicks Across The Highway From Hedge To Hedge, Fleeter Than A Flash, In The Battering Dog-day Weather, A Fiery Little Monster, Livid, In A Rage, Black As Any Peppercorn, Came And Made A Dart At The Guts Of The Others, And Leaping To Engage One Of The Pair, It Pierced Him At The Part Through Which We First Draw Food; Then Loosed Its Grip And Fell Before Him, Outstretched And Apart.

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

Love Kindled By Virtue Always Kindles Another, Provided That Its Flame Appear Outwardly.

Through Me You Go Into A City Of Weeping; Through Me You Go Into Eternal Pain; Through Me You Go Amongst The Lost People

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.

My Love For You

Fate's Arrow, When Expected, Travels Slow.

"the Love Of God, Unutterable And Perfect, Flows Into A Pure Soul The Way Light Rushes Into A Transparent Object. The More Love That It Finds, The More It Gives Itself: So That, As We Grow Clear And Open, The More Complete The Joy Of Heaven Is. And The More Souls Who Resonate Together, The Greater The Intensity Of Their Love, And, Mirror Like, Each Soul Reflects The Other.

To Get Back Up To The Shining World From There My Guide And I Went Into That Hidden Tunnel, And Following Its Path, We Took No Care To Rest, But Climbed: He First, Then I-so Far, Through A Round Aperture I Saw Appear Some Of The Beautiful Things That Heaven Bears, Where We Came Forth, And Once More Saw The Stars.

…all Things Created Have An Order In Themselves, And This Begets The Form That Lets The Universe Resemble God.

Will Cannot Be Quenched Against Its Will.

Infinite Goodness Has Such Wide Arms.

O You, Who In Some Pretty Boat, Eager To Listen, Have Been Following Behind My Ship, That Singing Sails Along Turn Back To Look Again Upon Your Own Shores; Tempt Not The Deep, Lest Unawares, In Losing Me, You Yourselves Might Be Lost. The Sea I Sail Has Never Yet Been Passed; Minerva Breathes, And Pilots Me Apollo, And Muses Nine Point Out To Me The Bears. You Other Few Who Have Neck Uplifted Betimes To The Bread Of Angels Upon Which One Lives And Does Not Grow Sated, Well May You Launch Your Vessel Upon The Deep Sea.

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.

The Mouse Had Fallen In With Evil Cats.

This Miserable Way Is Taken By The Sorry Souls Of Those Who Lived Without Disgrace And Without Praise. They Now Commingle With The Coward Angels, The Company Of Those Who Were Not Rebels Nor Faithful To Their God, But Stood Apart. The Heavens, That Their Beauty Not Be Lessened, Have Cast Them Out, Nor Will Deep Hell Receive Them - Even The Wicked Cannot Glory In Them.

A Fair Request Should Be Followed By The Deed In Silence.

The Day That Man Allows True Love To Appear, Those Things Which Are Well Made Will Fall Into Cofusion And Will Overturn Everything We Believe To Be Right And True.

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.

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.

I Was So Full Of Sleep At The Time That I Left The True Way.

Pride, Envy, Avarice - These Are The Sparks Have Set On Fire The Hearts Of All Men.

So May Heaven's Grace Clear Away The Foam From The Conscience, That The River Of Thy Thoughts May Roll Limpid Thenceforth.

They Yearn For What They Fear For.

In That Book Which Is My Memory, On The First Page Of The Chapter That Is The Day When I First Met You, Appear The Words, ‘here Begins A New Life’.

The Loser, When A Game Of Dice Is Done, Remains Behind Reviewing Every Roll Sadly, And Sadly Wiser, And Alone.

Curb Your Talent Lest It Speed Where Virtue Does Not Guide.

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.

These Have Not The Hope To Die.

Where The Way Is Hardest, There Go Thou; Follow Your Own Path And Let People Talk.

Nature Is The Art Of God.

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!

I Wept Not — So To Stone I Grew Within.

I Love To Doubt As Well As Know.

They Find Seven Cornices On Which Penitent And Redeemed Sinners Are Cleansed By The Grace Of God. On The First Cornice, That Of Pride, The Proud Are Learning Humility: Our Father, Dwelling In The Heavens, Nowise As Circumscribed, But As The Things Above, Thy First Effects, Are Dearer In Thine Eyes, Hallowed Thy Name Be And The Power Thereof, By Every Creature, As Right Meet It Is We Praise The Tender Effluence Of Thy Love. Let Come To Us, Let Come Thy Kingdom's Peace.

Abandon All Hope, Ye Who Enter Here.

Consider The Sea's Listless Chime: Time's Self It Is, Made Audible.

You Shall Leave Everything You Love.

The More Perfect A Thing Is, The More Susceptible To Good And Bad Treatment It Is.

Follow Your Own Star!

Love And The Gentle Heart Are But The Same Thing.

Of My Sowing Such Straw I Reap. O Human Folk, Why Set The Heart There Where Exclusion Of Partnership Is Necessary

He Loves But Little Who Can Say And Count In Words, How Much He Loves.

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.

If You Follow Your Natural Bent;you Will Definitely Go To Heaven

The Three Divine Are In This Hierarchy, First The Dominions, And The Virtues Next; And The Third Order Is That Of The Powers. The In The Dances Twain Penultimate The Principalities And Archangels Wheel; The Last Is Wholly Of Angelic Sports. These Orders Upward All Of Them Are Gazing, And Downward So Prevail, That Unto God They All Attracted Are And All Attract.

A Mighty Flame Followeth A Tiny Spark.

Mankind Is At Its Best When It Is Most Free.

The Wisest Are The Most Annoyed At The Loss Of Time.

...ma Gia Volgena Il Mio Disio E'l Velle Si Come Rota Ch'igualmente E Mossa, L'amor Che Move: I Sole E L'altre Stelle ...as A Wheel Turns Smoothtly, Free From Jars, My Will And My Desire Were Turned By Love, The Love That Moves The Sun And The Other Stars.

... 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.)

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.

Follow Your Path, And Let The People Talk.

The Human Race Finds Itself In A Better Situation When It Has The Higher Level Of Freedom.

In Each Fire There Is A Spirit; Each One Is Wrapped In What Is Burning Him.

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.

I Presumed To Fix My Look On The Eternal Light So Long That I Consumed My Sight Thereon.

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

The Mind Which Is Created Quick To Love, Is Responsive To Everything That Is Pleasing, Soon As By Pleasure It Is Awakened Into Activity. Your Apprehensive Faculty Draws An Impression From A Real Object, And Unfolds It Within You, So That It Makes The Mind Turn Thereto. And If, Being Turned, It Inclines Towards It, That Inclination Is Love; That Is Nature, Which Through Pleasure Is Bound Anew Within You.

O Power Of Fantasy That Steals Our Minds From Things Outside, To Leave Us Unaware, Although A Thousand Trumpets May Blow Loud--what Stirs You If The Senses Show You Nothing? Light Stirs You, Formed In Heaven, By Itself, Or By His Will Who Sends It Down To Us.

Fame Is Not Won On Downy Plumes Nor Under Canopies; The Man Who Consumes His Days Without Obtaining It Leaves Such Mark Of Himself On Earth As Smoke In Air Or Foam On Water.

Remember Tonight... For It Is The Beginning Of Always.

Clock Is Ticking

Oh Blind! Oh Ignorant, Self-seeking Cupidity Which Spurs Us So In The Short Mortal Life And Steeps Us So Through All Eternity!

Justice Does Not Descend From Its Own Pinnacle.

There's Not The Least Thing Can Be Said Or Done, But People Will Talk And Find Fault.

The Splendors That Belong Unto The Fame Of Earth Are But A Wind, That In The Same Direction Lasts Not Long.

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.

One Ought To Be Afraid Of Nothing Other Then Things Possessed Of Power To Do Us Harm, But Things Innoucuous Need Not Be Feared.

Without Hope We Live In Desire.

All Of Nature Is God's Art.

He Whom You See-along The Downward Arc- Was William, And The Land That Mourns His Death, For Living Charles And Frederick, Now Laments; Now He Has Learned How Heaven Loves The Just Ruler, And He Would Show This Outwardly As Well, So Radiantly Visible.

Before Me Things Created Were None, Save Things Eternal, And Eternal I Endure. All Hope Abandon, Ye Who Enter Here.

I Found Myself Within A Forest Dark, For The Straightfoward Pathway Had Been Lost. Ah Me! How Hard A Thing Is To Say, What Was This Forest Savage, Rough, And Stern, Which In The Very Thought Renews The Fear. So Bitter Is It, Death Is Little More.

Doubting Charms Me Not Less Than Knowledge.

My Course Is Set For An Uncharted Sea.

He Who Shall Never Be Divided From Me Kissed My Mouth All Trembling.

He Is, Most Of All, L'amor Che Move Il Sole E L'altre Stelle.

This Sorrow Weighs Upon The Melancholy Souls Of Those Who Lived Without Infamy Or Praise.

O Human Race, Born To Fly Upward, Wherefore At A Little Wind Dost Thou So Fall?

I Am Searching For That Which Every Man Seeks-peace And Rest.

The Glory Of Him Who Moves Everything Penetrates Through The Universe, And Is Resplendent In One Part More And In Another Less.

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.

Astrology, The Noblest Of Sciences.

From A Little Spark May Burst A Flame.

I Care Not Where My Body May Take Me As Long As My Soul Is Embarked On A Meaningful Journey.

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.

The Man Who Lies Asleep Will Never Waken Fame.

O Mortal Men, Be Wary Of How Ye Judge.

At Grief So Deep The Tongue Must Wag In Vain; The Language Of Our Sense And Memory Lacks The Vocabulary Of Such Pain.

That Infinite And Indescribable Good Which Is There Above Races As Swiftly To Love As A Ray Of Light To A Bright Body.it Gives Of Itself According To The Ardor It Finds, So That As Charity Spreads Farther The Eternal Good Increases Upon It,and The More Souls There Are Who Love, Up There, The More There Are To Love Well, And The More Love They Reflect To Each Other, As In A Mirror.

Abandon Hope, All Ye Who Enter Here. [omnes Relinquite Spes, O Vos Intrantes]

The Purpose Of The Whole [the Comedy] And Of This Portion [the Paradiso] Is To Remove Those Who Are Living In This Life From The State Of Wretchedness, And To Lead Them To The State Of Blessedness.

There Is A Gentle Thought That Often Springs To Life In Me, Because It Speaks Of You.

He Listens Well Who Takes Notes.

Love Is The Source Of Every Virtue In You And Of Every Deed Which Deserves Punishment.

Knowledge Comes Of Learning Well Retain'd, Unfruitful Else.

If The Present World Go Astray, The Cause Is In You, In You It Is To Be Sought.

Conscience, That Boon Companion Who Sets A Man Free Under The Strong Breastplate Of Innocence, That Bids Him On And Fear Not.

In The Middle Of The Journey Of Our Life I Came To Myself Within A Dark Wood Where The Straight Way Was Lost.

Stand Firm As The Tower That Never Shakes Its Top Whatever Wind May Blow.

The Hottest Places In Hell Are Reserved For Those Who, In Time Of Great Moral Crisis, Maintain Their Neutrality. [this Miserable Mode Maintain The Melancholy Souls Of Those Who Lived Withouten Infamy Or Praise.]

A Man's Renown Is Like The Hue Of Grass, Which Comes And Goes.

The Infernal Storm, Eternal In Its Rage, Sweeps And Drives The Spirits With Its Blast; It Whirls Them, Lashing Them With Punishment. When They Are Swept Back Past Their Place Of Judgment Then Come The Shrieks, Laments, And Anguished Cries; There They Blaspheme God's Almighty Power.

No One Thinks Of How Much Blood It Costs.

If Your World Isn't Right, The Cause Is In You.

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 Did Not Die, And Yet I Lost Life’s Breath

That Which Had Pleased Me Once, Troubled By Spirit.

Through Me The Way Into The Suffering City, Through Me The Way To The Eternal Pain, Through Me The Way That Runs Among The Lost. Justice Urged On My High Artificer; My Maker Was Divine Authority, The Highest Wisdom, And The Primal Love. Before Me Nothing But Eternal Things Were Made, And I Endure Eternally. Abandon Every Hope, Ye Who Enter Here.

In That Part Of The Book Of My Memory Before The Which Is Little That Can Be Read, There Is A Rubric, Saying, Incipit Vita Nova. Under Such Rubric I Find Written Many Things; And Among Them The Words Which I Purpose To Copy Into This Little Book; If Not All Of Them, At The Least Their Substance.

Thou Shall Know By Experience How Salt The Savor Is Of Others' Bread, And How Sad A Path It Is To Climb And Descend Another's Stairs.

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.

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.

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