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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.

-Dante Alighieri

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The Greatest Gift That

Dante Alighieri

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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.

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There Is A Place In Hell Called The Malebolge.

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Deed Done Is Well Begun.

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These Have Not The Hope To Die.

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Nature Is The Art Of God.

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I Made My Own House Be My Gallows.

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

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.

The Customs And Fashions Of Men Change Like Leaves On The Bough, Some Of Which Go And Others Come.

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.

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O Faithful Conscience, Delicately Pure, How Doth A Little Failing Wound Thee Sore!

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

Justice Does Not Descend From Its Own Pinnacle.

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Not One Drop Of Blood Is Left Inside My Veins That Does Not Throb: I Recognize Signs Of The Ancient Flame.

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

Compassion Is Not A Passion; Rather A Noble Disposition Of The Soul, Made Ready To Receive Love, Mercy, And Other Charitable Passions.

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My Course Is Set For An Uncharted Sea.

They Yearn For What They Fear For.

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.

The Devil Is Not As Black As He Is Painted.

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