That which had pleased me once, troubled by spirit.

The day that man allows true love to appear, those things which are well made will fall into cofusion and will overturn everything we believe to be right and true.

Here pity only lives when it is dead - Virgil

You can stay and die or you can walk your ugly ass back through that gate. It's your call, pal.

I felt for the tormented whirlwinds Damned for their carnal sins Committed when they let their passions rule their reason.

From there we came outside and saw the stars

Midway along the journey of our life I woke to find myself in a dark wood, for I had wandered off from the straight path. How hard it is to tell what it was like, this wood of wilderness, savage and stubborn (the thought of it brings back all my old fears), a bitter place! Death could scarce be bitterer. But if I would show the good that came of it I must talk about things other than the good.