Our powers, whether of mind or tongue, cannot embrace that measure of understanding.
The Commedia , it must be remembered, is a vision of the progress of man's soul toward perfection.
Three dispositions adverse to Heaven's still, - Incontinence, malice, and mad brutishness.
In His will, our peace.
No one thinks of how much blood it costs.
At grief so deep the tongue must wag in vain; the language of our sense and memory lacks the vocabulary of such pain.