But if, as morning rises, dreams are true.

In that part of the book of my memory before the which is little that can be read, there is a rubric, saying, Incipit Vita Nova. Under such rubric I find written many things; and among them the words which I purpose to copy into this little book; if not all of them, at the least their substance.

There is a place in Hell called the Malebolge.

The truth thy speech doth show, within my heart reproves the swelling pride.

The more souls who resonate together, the greater the intensity of their love... and, mirror-like... each soul reflects the other.

When I had journeyed half of our life's way, I found myself within a shadowed forest, for I had lost the path that does not stray.

Oh blind! Oh ignorant, self-seeking cupidity which spurs us so in the short mortal life and steeps us so through all eternity!