Maxioms by Dante Alighieri
In the middle of the road of my life I awoke in the dark wood where the true way was read more
In the middle of the road of my life I awoke in the dark wood where the true way was wholly lost
O conscience, upright and stainless, how bitter a sting to thee is a little fault!.
O conscience, upright and stainless, how bitter a sting to thee is a little fault!.
The more perfect a thing is, the more susceptible to good and bad treatment it is.
The more perfect a thing is, the more susceptible to good and bad treatment it is.
Avarice, envy, pride. Three fatal sparks, have set the hearts of all on Fire.
Avarice, envy, pride. Three fatal sparks, have set the hearts of all on Fire.
