No sorrow is deeper than the remembrance of happiness when in misery.

Reason flies When following the senses, on clipped wings.

That which had pleased me once, troubled by spirit.

O conscience, upright and stainless, how bitter a sting to thee is a little fault!

Open your mind to what I shall disclose, and hold it fast within you; he who hears, but does not hold what he has heard, learns nothing. Beatrice - Canto V 40-42

A man's renown is like the hue of grass, Which comes and goes.

To get back up to the shining world from there My guide and I went into that hidden tunnel, And Following its path, we took no care To rest, but climbed: he first, then I-so far, through a round aperture I saw appear Some of the beautiful things that Heaven bears, Where we came forth, and once more saw the stars.