Here pity only lives when it is dead - Virgil

O foolish anxiety of wretched man, how inconclusive are the arguments which make thee beat thy wings below!

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.

Because there is no man who can be true and just judge of himself, so much will self-love deceive him.

Mankind is at its best when it is most free. This will be clear if we grasp the principle of liberty. We must recall that the basic principle is freedom of choice, which saying many have on their lips but few in their minds.

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

Heaven wheels above you, displaying to you her eternal glories, and still your eyes are on the ground.