There is a place in Hell called the Malebolge.

There is a place in Hell called the Malebolge.

But already my desire and my will were being turned like a wheel, all at one speed, by the Love which moves the sun and the other stars

The wisest are the most annoyed at the loss of time.

Worldly fame is but a breath of wind that blows now this way, and now that, and changes name as it changes direction.

At the midpoint on the journey of life, I found myself in a dark forest, for the clear path was lost.

That which had pleased me once, troubled by spirit.