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This sorrow weighs upon the melancholy souls of those who lived without infamy or praise.
Dante Alighieri -
The loser, when a game of dice is done, remains behind reviewing every roll sadly, and sadly wiser, and alone.
Dante Alighieri
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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.
Dante Alighieri -
Still desiring, we live without hope.
Dante Alighieri -
These have not the hope to die.
Dante Alighieri -
Honor is the greatest poet.
Dante Alighieri -
Where the way is hardest, there go thou; Follow your own path and let people talk.
Dante Alighieri -
Love and the gentle heart are but the same thing.
Dante Alighieri
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Here pity only lives when it is dead - Virgil
Dante Alighieri -
And here Dante describes an evidently spherical world... "The lamp of the world the sun rises to mortals through different passages; but through that which joins four circles with three crosses the position of the rising sun at the vernal equinox it issues with a better course and conjoined with better stars, and tempers and stamps the wax of the world more after its own fashion. Although such an outlet had made morning there and evening here, and all the hemisphere there was bright, and the other dark..."
Dante Alighieri -
No sorrow is deeper than the remembrance of happiness when in misery.
Dante Alighieri -
In the midway of this our mortal life, I found me in a gloomy wood, astray, Gone from the path direct.
Dante Alighieri -
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.
Dante Alighieri -
Behold a God more powerful than I who comes to rule over me.
Dante Alighieri
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The truth thy speech doth show, within my heart reproves the swelling pride.
Dante Alighieri -
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.
Dante Alighieri -
O foolish anxiety of wretched man, how inconclusive are the arguments which make thee beat thy wings below!
Dante Alighieri -
The man who lies asleep will never waken fame, and his desire and all his life drift past him like a dream, and the traces of his memory fade from time like smoke in air, or ripples on a stream.
Dante Alighieri -
So may heaven's grace clear away the foam from the conscience, that the river of thy thoughts may roll limpid thenceforth.
Dante Alighieri