“O conscience, upright and stainless, how bitter a sting to thee is little fault!”
Dante Alighieri book Purgatorio
Canto III, lines 8–9 (tr. C. E. Norton).
The Divine Comedy (c. 1308–1321), Purgatorio
“Come t'e' picciol fallo amaro morso! Dante. What grievous pain a little fault doth give thee!”
— Madeleine L'Engle, book A Wrinkle in Time
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