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Dante Alighieri Quotes

«A mighty flame followeth a tiny spark»
Author: Dante Alighieri (Author, Poet) | Keywords: flame, mighty, spark, tiny
«The more perfect a thing is, the more susceptible to good and bad treatment it is.»
«All hope abandon, ye who enter here!»
Author: Dante Alighieri (Author, Poet) | Keywords: abandon
«There is no greater sorrow than to be mindful of the happy time in misery.»
Author: Dante Alighieri (Author, Poet) | About: Sorrow | Keywords: mindful
«Let us not speak of them; but look, and pass on.»
Author: Dante Alighieri (Author, Poet) | Keywords: pass on
«Pride, envy, avarice - these are the sparks have set on fire the hearts of all men»
«Worldly fame is but a breath of wind that blows now this way, and now that, and changes name as it changes direction.»
Author: Dante Alighieri (Author, Poet) | Keywords: blows, fame, worldly
«O conscience, upright and stainless, how bitter a sting to thee is a little fault!»
Author: Dante Alighieri (Author, Poet) | About: Conscience | Keywords: stainless, sting, upright
«Do ye not comprehend that we are worms born to bring forth the angelic butterfly that flieth unto judgment without screen?»
«Uncouth tongues, horrible shriekings of despair, Shrill and faint voices, cries of pain and rage, And, with it all, smiting of hands, were there, Making a tumult, nothing could assuage, To swirl in the air that knows not day or night, Like sand withi»

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