Dante Alighieri Littles Quotations

From a little spark may burst a flame.

O conscience, upright and stainless, how bitter a sting to thee is a little fault!

He loves but little who can say and count in words, how much he loves.

I found myself within a forest dark, for the straightfoward pathway had been lost. Ah me! How hard a thing is to say, what was this forest savage, rough, and stern, which in the very thought renews the fear. So bitter is it, death is little more...

O faithful conscience, delicately pure, how doth a little failing wound thee sore!

In that part of the book of my memory before which little can be read, there is a heading, which says: ‘Incipit vita nova: Here begins the new life’.