Dante Alighieri

The sad souls of those who lived without blame and without praise.

...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.

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’.

I felt for the tormented whirlwinds Damned for their carnal sins Committed when they let their passions rule their reason.

Through me you go into a city of weeping; through me you go into eternal pain; through me you go amongst the lost people

He loves but little who can say and count in words, how much he loves.

I was so full of sleep at the time that I left the true way.

There's not the least thing can be said or done, but people will talk and find fault.

Fate's arrow, when expected, travels slow.

Three things remain with us from paradise: stars, flowers and children.

The three Divine are in this hierarchy, First the Dominions, and the Virtues next;_x000D_ _x000D_ And the third order is that of the Powers. The in the dances twain penultimate_x000D_ _x000D_ The Principalities and Archangels wheel; The last is wholly of angelic sports._x000D_ _x000D_ These orders upward all of them are gazing,_x000D_ _x000D_ And downward so prevail, that unto God_x000D_ _x000D_ They all attracted are and all attract.

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.

Sta come torre ferma, che non crolla_x000D_ _x000D_ Giammai la cima per soffiar de' venti._x000D_ _x000D_ Be steadfast as a tower that doth not bend its stately summit to the tempest's shock.

That which had pleased me once, troubled by spirit.

At this high moment, ability failed my capacity to describe.

Art, as far as it is able, follows nature, as a pupil imitates his master; thus your art must be, as it were, God's grandchild.

The more perfect a thing is, the more susceptible to good and bad treatment it is.

Consider your origins: you were not made to live as brutes, but to follow virtue and knowledge.

Remember tonight... for it is the beginning of always.

In the middle of the journey of our life I came to myself within a dark wood where the straight way was lost.

Open your mind to what I shall disclose, and hold it fast within you; he who hears, but does not hold what he has heard, learns nothing. Beatrice - Canto V 40-42