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My soul tasted that heavenly food, which gives new appetite while it satiates.
Dante Alighieri
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Curb your talent lest it speed where virtue does not guide.
Dante Alighieri
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Knowledge comes Of learning well retain'd, unfruitful else.
Dante Alighieri
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O faithful conscience, delicately pure, how doth a little failing wound thee sore!
Dante Alighieri
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O how far remov'd, Predestination! is thy foot from such As see not the First Cause entire: and ye, O mortal men! be wary how ye judge: For we, who see the Maker, know not yet The number of the chosen; and esteem Such scantiness of knowledge our delight: For all good is, in that primal good, Concentrate; and God's will and ours are one.
Dante Alighieri
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Without hope we live in desire.
Dante Alighieri
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The heavens call to you, and circle about you, displaying to you their eternal splendors, and your eye gazes only to earth.
Dante Alighieri
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Oh blind! Oh ignorant, self-seeking cupidity which spurs us so in the short mortal life and steeps us so through all eternity!
Dante Alighieri
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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.
Dante Alighieri
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As phantoms frighten beasts when shadows fall.
Dante Alighieri
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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.
Dante Alighieri
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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.
Dante Alighieri
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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.
Dante Alighieri
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Voi vigilate ne l'etterno die.
Dante Alighieri
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And when he had put his hand on mine with a cheerful look, wherefrom I took courage, he brought me within to the secret things. Here sighs, laments, and deep wailings were resounding through the starless air; wherefore at first I wept thereat. Strange tongues, horrible utterances, words of woe, accents of anger, voices high and faint, and sounds of hands with them, were making a tumult which whirls always in that air forever dark, like the sand when the whirlwind breathes.
Dante Alighieri
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...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.
Dante Alighieri
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Doubting pleases me no less than knowing.
Dante Alighieri
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Stand firm as the tower that never shakes its top whatever wind may blow.
Dante Alighieri
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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.
Dante Alighieri
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What shall one do with the verse, if he knows not That?
Dante Alighieri
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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.
Dante Alighieri
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Many have justice in their hearts, but slowly it is let fly, for it comes not without council to the bow.
Dante Alighieri
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At grief so deep the tongue must wag in vain; the language of our sense and memory lacks the vocabulary of such pain.
Dante Alighieri
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Through me you go into a city of weeping; through me you go into eternal pain; through me you go amongst the lost people.
Dante Alighieri
