O human race, born to fly upward, wherefore at a little wind dost thou so fall?

There is no greater pain than to remember, in our present grief, past happiness.

From a small spark, Great flame has risen.

Remember tonight... for it is the beginning of always.

In that book which is my memory, On the first page of the chapter that is the day when I first met you, Appear the words, ‘Here begins a new life’.

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

Through me you go into a city of weeping; through me you go into eternal pain; through me you go amongst the lost people