Through me the way into the suffering city, Through me the way to the eternal pain, Through me the way that runs among the lost. Justice urged on my high artificer; My maker was divine authority, The highest wisdom, and the primal love. Before me nothing but eternal things were made, And I endure eternally. Abandon every hope, ye who enter here.

All hope abandon, ye who enter here!

Everywhere is here and every when is now.

There is a place in Hell called the Malebolge.

And as he, who with laboring breath has escaped from the deep to the shore, turns to the perilous waters and gazes.

The greatest gift that God in His bounty made in creation, and the most conformable to His goodness, and that which He prizes the most, was the freedom of will, with which the creatures with intelligence, they all and they alone, were and are endowed.

Eternal love made me.