You are my sire. You give me confidence to speak. You raise my heart so high that I am more than I. My soul is overflowing with the joy that pours from many streams, and it rejoices that it endures and does not burst inside.
~Dante, Paradise, Canto 16
You shall be forced to leave behind those things you love most dearly, and this is the first arrow the bow of your exile will shoot. And you will know how salty is the taste of others' bread, how hard the road that takes you down and up the stairs of others' homes. But what will weigh you down the most will be the despicable, senseless company whom you shall have to bear in that sad vale; and all ungrateful, all completely mad and vicious, they shall turn on you, but soon their cheeks, not yours, will have to blush from shame. Proof of their bestiality will show through their own deeds! It will be to your honor to have become a party of your own.
~Dante, Paradise, Canto 17
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