Maxioms by Dante Alighieri
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!.
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.
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.
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 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.
