Author of quotes: Dante Alighieri

The world is hidden to us, though news to us not whisk.

Leave him alone; to talk to him in vain:
As for his slurred speech people
And all the dialect is obscure.

The fear of the people takes every day
From honest deeds, like a Ghost about
Afraid of a horse, when in the shadow.

And the thought of her, thinking, threw again
Though he was betrayed at first, it one.

The kind of Christians, the pride embarrassed,
Do you think that people are great?
Oh no! Way abused,
Have you forgotten that we are all worms,
Born, dying,
To develop, malice spite,
Those butterflies are Divine Paradise
Destined to fly up blue.

So what is glory? The blow
Changeable wind, from the heights
Down to us, change the direction
Pushing it forward we are back!
So what is the glory? The manifestation
Minute of delight, sigh, excitement
Child old suicide talk...

Who can leave the world in tears,
To be sure that eternal image of sculpts,
That memory for many years to come
Will his longing and awe?

But the glory - as the green tops:
It instantly devour slugs!

About glory! Fragrant
You, but transient, like a flower!

Hardly a person reach your target
When it's constantly one thought
Thought follows another, and in fact
They weaken his mind then
Because to be approved before...

Hell is emptiness, the dreary grave.
Must live dead to help.

As the distance can be deceiving
Sometimes, son, even the eyes of the seer.

And the worst of wine would probably
Redeemed by repentance such.
All men are weak... Or hypocritical...
Leave feuds vicious two
What torture each other in the abyss of Hell,
And never go near him.
Then you will be able to avoid collapse.

All is not false that unbelievable.