There sighs, lamentations and loud wailings resounded through the starless air, so that at first it made me weep; strange tongues, horrible language, words of pain, tones of anger, voices loud and hoarse, and with these the sound of hands, made a tumult which is whirling through that air forever dark, and sand eddies in a whirlwind.
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In the middle of the journey of our life I came to myself within a dark wood where the straight way was lost.
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The sad souls of those who lived without blame and without praise.
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Avarice, envy, pride,Three fatal sparks, have set the hearts of allOn Fire.
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O human race born to fly upward, wherefore at a little wind dost thou fall.
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In the middle of the journey of our life I found myself astray in a dark wood where the straight road had been lost sight of.
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There is no greater sorrow Than to be mindful of the happy time In misery.
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The darkest places in hell are reserved for those who maintain their neutrality in times of moral crisis
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A great flame follows a little spark.
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If the present world go astray, the cause is in you, in you it is to be sought.
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The darkest places in hell are reserved for those who maintain their neutrality in times of moral crisis.
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The experience of this sweet life. L'esperienza de questa dolce vita.
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He listens well who takes notes.
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Consider your origin; you were not born to live like brutes, but to follow virtue and knowledge.
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For he who sees a need but waits to be asked is already set on cruel refusal.
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The hottest places in hell are reserved for those who, in times of great moral crisis, maintain their neutrality.
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All hope abandon, ye who enter here
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He listens well who takes notes
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A fair request should be followed by the deed in silence.
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Avarice, envy, pride, Three fatal sparks, have set the hearts of all On Fire.
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There is no greater sorrow
Than to be mindful of the happy time
In misery.
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For what is liberty but the unhampered translation of will into act?
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Avarice, envy, pride,
Three fatal sparks, have set the hearts of all
On Fire.
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Through me you pass into the city of woe:
Through me you pass into eternal pain:
Through me among the people lost for aye.
Justice the founder of my fabric moved:
To rear me was the task of power divine,
Supremest wisdom, and primeval love.
Before me things create were none, save things
Eternal, and eternal I shall endure.
All hope abandon, ye who enter here.
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The customs and fashions of men change like leaves on the bough, some of which go and others come
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The hottest places in hell are reserved for those who, in time of great moral crisis, maintain their neutrality.
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He loves but little who can say and count in words how much he loves
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Consider your origin you were not born to live like brutes, but to follow virtue and knowledge.
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All hope abandon, ye who enter here!
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These have not the hope to die.
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