Maxioms by Dante Alighieri
The customs and fashions of men change like leaves on the bough, some of which go and others come.
The customs and fashions of men change like leaves on the bough, some of which go and others come.
In the middle of the journey of our life I came to myself within a dark wood where the straight read more
In the middle of the journey of our life I came to myself within a dark wood where the straight way was 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!
In His will is our peace.
In His will is our peace.
