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Quotes by Dante Alighieri

  • Italian poet
  • Born 1265
  • Died 1321

Durante degli Alighieri (Italian: [duˈrante deʎʎ aliˈɡjɛːri]), commonly known by his short name Dante Alighieri or simply as Dante (Italian: [ˈdante]; English: , UK also ; c. 1265 – 1321), was a major Italian poet of the Late Middle Ages. His Divine Comedy, originally called Comedìa (modern Italian: Commedia) and later christened Divina by Giovanni Boccaccio, is widely considered the most important poem of the Middle Ages and the greatest literary work in the Italian language.In the late Middle Ages, most poetry was written in Latin, accessible only to the most educated readers.

The secret of getting things done is to act!

The customs and fashions of men change like leaves on the bough, some of which go and others come.

Be as a tower firmly set; Shakes not its top for any blast that blows.

Beauty awakens the soul to act.

O conscience, upright and stainless, how bitter a sting to thee is a little fault!

At this high moment, ability failed my capacity to describe.

All hope abandon, ye who enter here!

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.

Consider your origins: you were not made to live as brutes, but to follow virtue and knowledge.

In the middle of the journey of our life I came to myself within a dark wood where the straight way was lost.

Remember tonight... for it is the beginning of always.

The sad souls of those who lived without blame and without praise.

The darkest places in hell are reserved for those who maintain their neutrality in times of moral crisis.

Heat cannot be separated from fire, or beauty from The Eternal.

Pride, envy, avarice - these are the sparks have set on fire the hearts of all men.

There is no greater sorrow than to recall happiness in times of misery.

Art, as far as it is able, follows nature, as a pupil imitates his master; thus your art must be, as it were, God's grandchild.

A mighty flame followeth a tiny spark.

I wept not, so to stone within I grew.

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.

Heaven wheels above you, displaying to you her eternal glories, and still your eyes are on the ground.

Worldly fame is but a breath of wind that blows now this way, and now that, and changes name as it changes direction.

Follow your own star!

Will cannot be quenched against its will.

Nature is the art of God.

The more perfect a thing is, the more susceptible to good and bad treatment it is.

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