Your fame is as the grass, whose hue comes and goes, and His might withers it by whose power it sprang from… — Dante Alighieri Copy Share Image
There is in hell a place stone-built throughout, Called Malebolge, of an iron hue, Like to the wall that circles it about. — Dante Alighieri Copy Share Image
In that part of the book of my memory before the which is little that can be read, there is a rubric, saying, Incipit… — Dante Alighieri Copy Share Image
“Be as a tower, that, firmly set, Shakes not its top for any blast that blows!” — Dante Alighieri Copy Share Image
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. — Dante Alighieri Copy Share Image
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… — Dante Alighieri Copy Share Image
The purpose of the whole (work) is to remove those who are living in this life from a state of wretchedness and lead them… — Dante Alighieri Copy Share Image
“Noi leggeveamo un giorno per diletto Di Lancialotto, come amor lo strinse; Soli eravamo e senza alcun sospetto Per più fiate gli occhi ci… — Dante Alighieri Copy Share Image
Oh foolish desires of mortals! How weak are the reasons that lead us to not take off our flight from the ground. — Dante Alighieri Copy Share Image
