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Ah! Justice of our God! Who else could stow Such travails new and pains as met my glance!
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We are but a day in this world, and in that day the fashion is changed a thousand times: all seek liberty, yet all deprive themselves of it.
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That with him were, what time the Love Divine.
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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.
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The path to paradise begins in hell.
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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.
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The human race is in the best condition when it has the greatest degree of liberty.
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The human race finds itself in a better situation when it has the higher level of freedom.
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For where the instrument of intelligence is added to brute power and evil will, mankind is powerless in its own defense.
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I, answering in the end, began: 'Alas, how many yearning thoughts, what great desire, have lead them through such sorrow to their fate?
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I made my own house be my gallows.
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Infinite goodness has such wide arms.
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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.
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I felt for the tormented whirlwinds Damned for their carnal sins Committed when they let their passions rule their reason.
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Oh foolish desires of mortals! How weak are the reasons that lead us to not take off our flight from the ground.
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Still desiring, we live without hope.
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He is not always at ease who laughs.
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I was so full of sleep at the time that I left the true way.
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This sorrow weighs upon the melancholy souls of those who lived without infamy or praise.
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But if, as morning rises, dreams are true.
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Here pity only lives when it is dead - Virgil
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Where the way is hardest, there go thou; Follow your own path and let people talk.
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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.
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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.