There is a place in Hell called the Malebolge.

Love insists the loved loves back

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.

In the middle of the journey of our life I came to myself within a dark wood where the straight way was lost.

Oh foolish desires of mortals! How weak are the reasons that lead us to not take off our flight from the ground.

Reason flies When following the senses, on clipped wings.

Small projects need much more help than great.