There, pride, avarice, and envy are the tongues men know and heed, a Babel of depsair
Dante AlighieriIn that part of the book of my memory before the which is little that can be read, there is a rubric, saying, Incipit Vita Nova. Under such rubric I find written many things; and among them the words which I purpose to copy into this little book; if not all of them, at the least their substance.
Dante AlighieriThou shall know by experience how salt the savor is of others' bread, and how sad a path it is to climb and descend another's stairs.
Dante AlighieriYour fame is as the grass, whose hue comes and goes, and His might withers it by whose power it sprang from the lap of the earth.
Dante Alighieri