A mighty flame followeth a tiny spark.

Fame is not won on downy plumes nor under canopies; the man who consumes his days without obtaining it leaves such mark of himself on earth as smoke in air or foam on water.

This sorrow weighs upon the melancholy souls of those who lived without infamy or praise.

Thy soul is by vile fear assailed, which oft so overcasts a man, that he recoils from noblest resolution, like a beast at some false semblance in the twilight gloom.

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

Will cannot be quenched against its will.

Justice does not descend from its own pinnacle.