From A Little Spark May

O Foolish Anxiety Of Wretched Man, How Inconclusive Are The Arguments Which Make Thee Beat Thy Wings Below!

He Who Know Most Grieves Most For Wasted Time.

There Is A Place In Hell Called The Malebolge.

...everything That Is, Desires To Be. As We Act, We Unfold Our Being. Enjoyment Naturally Follows, For A Thing Desired Always Brings Delight.

I Presumed To Fix My Look On The Eternal Light So Long That I Consumed My Sight Thereon.