Lost are we, and are only so far punished, That without hope we live on in desire.
You shall find out how salt is the taste of another man's bread, and how hard is the way up and down another man's stairs.
A rapid bolt will rend the clouds apart, and every single White be seared by wounds. I tell you this. I want it all to hurt.
No sorrow is deeper than the remembrance of happiness when in misery.
Here pity only lives when it is dead - Virgil
The whole universe is but the footprint of the Divine goodness.