Pure essence, and pure matter, and the two joined into one were shot forth without flaw, like three bright arrows from a three-string bow.
So that the Universe felt love, by which, as somebelieve, the world has many times been turned to chaos. And at that moment this ancient rock, here and elsewhere, fell broken into pieces.
Sta come torre ferma, che non crolla Giammai la cima per soffiar de' venti. Be steadfast as a tower that doth not bend its stately summit to the tempest's shock.
As fall the light autumnal leaves, one still the other following, till the bough strews all its honors on the earth below.
Lost are we, and are only so far punished, That without hope we live on in desire.
"The love of God, unutterable and perfect, flows into a pure soul the way light rushes into a transparent object. The more love that it finds, the more it gives itself: so that, as we grow clear and open, the more complete the joy of heaven is. And the more souls who resonate together, the greater the intensity of their love, and, mirror like, each soul reflects the other.
O conscience, upright and stainless, how bitter a sting to thee is a little fault!
A rapid bolt will rend the clouds apart, and every single White be seared by wounds. I tell you this. I want it all to hurt.
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.
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..."
You shall leave everything you love.
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.
Conscience, that boon companion who sets a man free under the strong breastplate of innocence, that bids him on and fear not.
O you, who in some pretty boat, Eager to listen, have been following Behind my ship, that singing sails along Turn back to look again upon your own shores; Tempt not the deep, lest unawares, In losing me, you yourselves might be lost. The sea I sail has never yet been passed; Minerva breathes, and pilots me Apollo, And Muses nine point out to me the Bears. You other few who have neck uplifted Betimes to the bread of angels upon Which one lives and does not grow sated, Well may you launch your vessel Upon the deep sea.
The human race finds itself in a better situation when it has the higher level of freedom.
In judgement be ye not too confident, Even as a man who will appraise his corn When standing in a field, ere it is ripe.
To run over better waters the little vessel of my genius now hoists her sails, as she leaves behind her a sea so cruel.
These have not the hope to die.
Small projects need much more help than great.
Less shame a greater fault would palliate.
There is a place in Hell called the Malebolge.
That infinite and indescribable good which is there above races as swiftly to love as a ray of light to a bright body.It gives of itself according to the ardor it finds, so that as charity spreads farther the eternal good increases upon it,and the more souls there are who love, up there, the more there are to love well, and the more love they reflect to each other, as in a mirror.
I made my own house be my gallows.
Thus you may understand that love alone is the true seed of every merit in you, and of all acts for which you must atone.
From there we came outside and saw the stars
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