The more a thing is perfect, the more it feels pleasure and likewise pain.
All of nature is God’s art.
All hope abandon, ye who enter here!
What shall one do with the verse, if he knows not That?
A backward glance can often lift the heart.
Through me you go into a city of weeping; through me you go into eternal pain; through me you go amongst the lost people.
I felt for the tormented whirlwinds Damned for their carnal sins Committed when they let their passions rule their reason.
And as he, who with laboring breath has escaped from the deep to the shore, turns to the perilous waters and gazes.
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.
Deed done is well begun.
Midway in our life’s journey, I went astray from the straight road and woke to find myself alone in a dark wood.
These have not the hope to die.
I am made of God, through his Grace. Such that your misery touches me not, Nor does flame of that burning assail me.
Honor is the greatest poet.
Curb your talent lest it speed where virtue does not guide.
Do not desert me when I need you most. And if we can’t go on together, let’s retrace our steps as quickly as we can.
Justice divine has weighed: the doom is clear. All hope renounce, ye lost, who enter here.
He who shall never be divided from me kissed my mouth all trembling.
The mouse had fallen in with evil cats.
But already my desire and my will were being turned like a wheel, all at one speed, by the Love which moves the sun and the other stars.