I love to doubt as well as know.
Category Archive: Dante Alighieri
Pride, envy, avarice – these are the sparks have set on fire the hearts of all men.
Heat cannot be separated from fire, or beauty from The Eternal.
The sad souls of those who lived without blame and without praise.
O conscience, upright and stainless, how bitter a sting to thee is a little fault!
You shall find out how salt is the taste of another man’s bread, and how hard is the way up and down another man’s stairs.
Nature is the art of God.
At this high moment, ability failed my capacity to describe.
From a little spark may burst a flame.
If the present world go astray, the cause is in you, in you it is to be sought.