If a thief helps a poor man out of the spoils of his thieving, we must not call that charity.

Do ye not comprehend that we are worms born to bring forth the angelic butterfly that flieth unto judgment without screen?

There is a place in Hell called the Malebolge.

So that the Universe felt love, by which, as somebelieve, the world has many times been turned to chaos. And at that moment this ancient rock, here and elsewhere, fell broken into pieces.

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

I made my own house be my gallows.

Justice does not descend from its own pinnacle.