Quotes About Dante

Until the twentieth century, no one had any idea that Homer might have existed in this strange and immaterial form. It was the assumption that Homer, like other poets, wrote his poetry. Virgil, Dante and Milton were merely following in his footsteps. The only debate was over why these written poems were in places written so badly. Why had he not written them better?

Tis Dante I prefer. In his Inferno he suggests the one true path from Hell lies at its very heart... ...and that in order to escape, we must instead go further IN.

Paolo and Francesca were not ideal readers since they confess to Dante that after the first kiss they read no more. Ideal readers would have kissed and then read on.

Muse When at night I wait for her to come, Life, it seems, hangs by a single strand. What are glory, youth, freedom, in comparison with the dear welcome guest, a flute in hand? She enters now. Pushing her veil aside, she stares through me with her attentiveness. I question her: 'And were you Dante's guide, dictating the Inferno?' She answers: 'Yes.

She enters, and before I can discern her, She stares at me with an attentive eye. "Were you," I ask, "the cause of the Inferno For Dante?" – And she answers: "I.

Tenho por irmãos os criadores da consciência do mundo - o dramaturgo atabalhoado W. Shakespeare, o mestre-escola J. Milton, o vadio Dante Alighieri, e, até, se a citação se permite, aquele Jesus Cristo que não foi nada no mundo... O que escrevo hoje é muito melhor do que o poderiam escrever os melhores.

'The Dante Club' was one of America's most important book clubs, as their Wednesday night meetings ultimately led to our country's first exposure to Dante's poetry on a wide scale.

For Russians, to whom Pushkin's poem 'Eugene Onegin' is sacred text, the ballet's story and personae are as familiar and filled with meaning as, for instance, 'Romeo' and 'Hamlet' are for us. Russians know whole stretches of it by heart, the way we know Shakespeare and Italians know Dante.

All our troubles, if we carefully seek out their source, derive in some way from not knowing how to make a proper use of time," says Dante in his Convivio.

Here was a man who was trapped in a thicket of fear and confusion, powerless to escape. Dante's verse captured the feeling of my own depression and anxiety precisely. Wild animals blocked the man's path at every turn. Suddenly the shade of a great poet of antiquity, Virgil, appears before the man and promises to show him the hard road to a good place—but first the man has to trust him.

Deus, quando quer ser Dante, é maior que Dante.

Under the Volcano" embraces everything from Dante to Freud to the cabala. Here it shambles like Cervantes, there it rages like Ahab, and every page of it pulsates on Out of Body Auto-Reply, that style of pure Lowry that points at once backward, to all European literature, and forward, to the mother of all nervous breakdowns.

Dante, I think, committed a crude blunder when, with a terror-inspiring ingenuity, he placed above the gateway of his hell the inscription, 'I too was created by eternal love'--at any rate, there would be more justification for placing above the gateway to the Christian Paradise...the inscription 'I too was created by eternal hate'...

Dante, or the hyena that writes poetry in tombs.

In about 1305, Dante called him the "supreme philosopher" who "holds universal sway in teaching everywhere" and whose doctrines "may almost be called universal opinion.

Let me guess. The big one is due in on the north shore? (Dante) Yes. So let's make this quick. I have a board, a wave, and a babe with my name on them and I would like to take advantage of all three. (Savitar)

For medieval thinkers, this was an eye-opening revelation. Side by side with divine truth, Averroës was saying, lay another truth, that of the natural world. This insight earned Averroës an admiration equaled by no other living non-Christian. It is why Dante praises him in his Divine Comedy and why Raphael gives him a prominent place in his School of Athens.

And which devil do you prefer? Dante's?" "No. Much too terrifying. Too medieval for my taste." "Mephistopheles?" "Not him, either. He's too pleased with himself. Too much a trickster, like a crooked lawyer ... Anyway, I never trust people who smile a lot." "What about the one in The Karamazovs?" "Petty. A civil servant with dirty nails. I suppose the devil I prefer is Milton's fallen angel.

Dante compares this language—which is like yours, when you come back to me intangibly—to the "perfumed panther," the mythical animal of medieval bestiaries. He adds, and I quote for all three of you: "Hearing the call of the panther, the other animals follow it wherever it goes, attracted by so much fragrant softness.

Dante didn't work out, and then we found Ryan. He worked at a comic, record and toy store in Fremont.

In all literary history there is no such figure as Dante, no such homogeneousness of life and works, such loyalty to ideas, such sublime irrecognition of the unessential.

Thus we are brought to the third circle of this hell, which, perhaps, will some day find its Dante.

was compared by Dante to both a slave and a brothel.

Canadians look down on the United States and consider it Hell. They are right to do so. Canada is to the United States what, in Dante's scheme, Limbo is to Hell.