Dante Alighieri

Love, that on gentle heart quickly lays hold, seized him for the fair person that was taken from me, and the mode still hurts me. Love, which absolves no loved one from loving, seized me for the pleasing of him so strongly that, as thou seest, it does not even now abandon me. Love brought us to one death.

Hell."

We at last arrived within the deep ditches that encompass that disconsolate city. The walls seemed to me to be of iron.

Midway upon the road of our life I found myself within a dark wood, for the right way had been missed.

the Lovee was turning which moves the Sun and the other stars.

the more perfect a thing is the more it feels the good, and so the pain.

Consider ye your origin; ye were not made to live as brutes, but for pursuit of virtue and of knowledge.

O human race, born to fly up‍­ward, why be‍­fore a little wind dost thou so fall?

few people know what secrecy there is in the young under terror. No matter how unreasonable the terror, so that it be terror.

when her eyes were withdrawn, secretly crossed his two forefingers, and exhibited them to me, as our token that Mrs. Joe was in a cross temper. This was so much her normal state, that Joe and I would often, for weeks together, be, as to our fingers, like monumental Crusaders as to their legs.

These extensive arrangements occasioned us to be cut off unceremoniously in respect of breakfast; “for I ain’t,” said Mrs. Joe,—“I ain’t a going to have no formal cramming and busting and washing up now, with what I’ve got before me, I promise you!”

So, we had our slices served out, as if we were two thousand troops on a forced march instead of a man and boy at home;