There is a place in Hell called the Malebolge.

These dwell among the blackest souls,loaded down deep by sins of differing types.If you sink far enough,you'll see them all.

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

Perceive ye not that we are worms, designed To form the angelic butterfly, that goes To judgment, leaving all defence behind? Why doth your mind take such exalted pose, Since ye, disabled, are as insects, mean As worm which never transformation knows?

The more souls who resonate together, the greater the intensity of their love... and, mirror-like... each soul reflects the other.

The devil is not as black as he is painted.

Mankind is at its best when it is most free.