The path to paradise begins in hell.
I made my own house be my gallows.
When we encountered a band of souls coming along the barrier, and each was gazing at us in the evening people gaze at one another under the new moon.
I saw within Its depth how It conceives All things in a single volume bound by Love of which the universe is the scattered leaves.
For where the instrument of intelligence is added to brute power and evil will, mankind is powerless in its own defense.
I was so full of sleep at the time that I left the true way.
Often a retrospect delights the mind.
Without hope we live in desire.
He is, most of all, l’amor che move il sole e l’altre stelle.
It may be that a more subtle person would find for this thing a reason of greater subtlety: but such is the reason that I find, and that liketh me best.
There, pride, avarice, and envy are the tongues men know and heed, a Babel of depsair.
Love and the gentle heart are but the same thing.
When I had journeyed half of our life’s way, I found myself within a shadowed forest, for I had lost the path that does not stray.
Abandon every hope, you who enter.
I hope for your sake you’ve got something inside that big body of yours!
I love to doubt as well as know.
Behold a God more powerful than I who comes to rule over me.
Love hath so long possessed me for his own And made his lordship so familiar.
I’m beginning to think I’ve got rotten luck with women.
My mother used to always tell me that my father was a man who fought for the weak. He had courage and righteous heart. In the name of my father, I will kill Mundus!
No sorrow is deeper than the remembrance of happiness when in misery.