To get back up to the shining world from there My guide and I went into that hidden tunnel, And Following its path, we took no care To rest, but climbed: he first, then I-so far, through a round aperture I saw appear Some of the beautiful things that Heaven bears, Where we came forth, and once more saw the stars.

...Everything that is, desires to be. As we act, we unfold our being. Enjoyment naturally follows, for a thing desired always brings delight.

No sadness is greater than in misery to rehearse memories of joy.

Still desiring, we live without hope.

Because there is no man who can be true and just judge of himself, so much will self-love deceive him.

Give unto us this day the daily manna Without which, in this desert where we dwell, He must go backward who would most advance.

Here pity only lives when it is dead - Virgil