As little flowers, which the chill of night has bent and huddled, when the white sun strikes, grow straight and open fully on their stems, so did I, too, with my exhausted force. — 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
Not one drop of blood is left inside my veins that does not throb: I recognize signs of the ancient flame. — Dante Alighieri Copy Share Image
