Maxioms by Dante Alighieri
In His will is our peace.
In His will is our peace.
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.
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!
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
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
