Justice divine has weighed: the doom is clear. All hope renounce, ye lost, who enter here.
Doubting pleases me no less than knowing
There is no greater sorrow than to recall happiness in times of misery.
In each fire there is a spirit; Each one is wrapped in what is burning him.
The only fit reply to a fit request is silence and the fact.
L'amor che move il sole e l'altre stelle (The love that moves the sun and the other stars)