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
Heaven wheels above you, displaying to you her eternal glories, and still your eyes are on the ground
Heaven wheels above you, displaying to you her eternal glories, and still your eyes are on the ground
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.
In His will is our peace.
In His will is our peace.
