1265-1321, Italian Philosopher, Poet
A fair request should be followed by the deed in silence.
Dante (Alighieri) – [Action]


A mighty flame followeth a tiny spark.
Dante (Alighieri) – [Things and Little Things]


Abandon all hope, you who enter here!
Dante (Alighieri) – [Hell]


Consider your breed; you were not made to live like beasts, but to follow virtue and knowledge.
Dante (Alighieri) – [Humankind]


Follow your own star!
Dante (Alighieri) – [Individuality]


For what is liberty but the unhampered translation of will into act?
Dante (Alighieri) – [Action]


Heat cannot be separated from fire, or beauty from the eternal.
Dante (Alighieri) – [Beauty]


I wept not, so to stone within I grew.
Dante (Alighieri) – [Cries and Crying]


In His will is our peace.
Dante (Alighieri) – [God]


O conscience, upright and stainless, how bitter a sting to thee is a little fault!
Dante (Alighieri) – [Conscience]


The customs and fashions of men change like leaves on the bough, some of which go and others come.
Dante (Alighieri) – [Change]


The more perfect a thing is, the more susceptible to good and bad treatment it is.
Dante (Alighieri) – [Perfection]


The sad souls of those who lived without blame and without praise.
Dante (Alighieri) – [Life and Living]


There is no greater sorrow than to recall happiness in times of misery.
Dante (Alighieri) – [Memory]


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.
Dante (Alighieri) – [Hell]


These have not the hope to die.
Dante (Alighieri) – [Death and Dying]


This miserable state is borne by the wretched souls of those who lived without disgrace and without praise.
Dante (Alighieri) – [Middle Class]


Will cannot be quenched against its will.
Dante (Alighieri) – [Will and Will Power]


Worldly fame is but a breath of wind that blows now this way, and now that, and changes name as it changes direction.
Dante (Alighieri) – [Fame]