He is, most of all, l'amor che move il sole e l'altre stelle.

Through me you pass into the city of woe: Through me you pass into eternal pain: Through me among the people lost for aye. Justice the founder of my fabric moved: To rear me was the task of power divine, Supremest wisdom, and primeval love. Before me things create were none, save things Eternal, and eternal I shall endure. All hope abandon, ye who enter here.

It may be that a more subtle person would find for this thing a reason of greater subtlety: but such is the reason that I find, and that liketh me best.

At this high moment, ability failed my capacity to describe.

O foolish anxiety of wretched man, how inconclusive are the arguments which make thee beat thy wings below!

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

You shall find out how salt is the taste of another man's bread, and how hard is the way up and down another man's stairs.