Mankind, why do ye set your hearts on things That, of necessity, may not be shared?
Without hope we live in desire.
He who know most grieves most for wasted time.
There is a place in Hell called the Malebolge.
At this high moment, ability failed my capacity to describe.
And as he, who with laboring breath has escaped from the deep to the shore, turns to the perilous waters and gazes.